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TO  AID  THE  FRIENDS  OF  ZION 

IN  THEIR 

^vfontt  antr  Social  ^movnixip. 


BY  ENOCH  W.  FREEMAN. 

Pastor  of  the  First  Baptist  Church  in  Lowell,  Ms. 


O  come,  let  us  nng  unto  the  Lord;'' 


EXETEB,  N,  H. 

PUBLISHED  BY  L.  &  P.  T.  RUSSELL, 


District  of  J^cw-Uampshire,  to  tvit  : 

District  Clerk's  Office. 
BE  IT  REMEMBERED,  that  on  the  twenty  sec- 
ond  day  of  April,  A.  D.  1829,  and  in  the  fifty  third  year 
of  the  Independence   of  the    United  States  of  America, 
John  C.  Gerrish  of  the  said  district,  has  deposited  m  this 
office  the  title  of  a  book  the  right  whereof  he  clauns  as  a 
proprietor,  in  the  words  following,  to  wit  :  "  A  selection 
of  Hymns,  inclading  a  few  originals  ;  designed  to  aid  the 
friends  ofZion  in  their  private  and  social   worship.     By 
Enoch  W.  Freeman,   Pastor  of  the  First  Baptist 
Church  in  Lowell,  Ms."     In  conformity  to  the  Act  of  the 
Congress  of  the  United  States,  entitled,  «  An  act  for  the 
encouragement  of  learning,   by   securing  the  copies   ot 
Maps,  Charts,  and  books,  lo  the  authors  and   proprietors 
of  such  copies  during  the  times  therein  mentioned  ;  and 
also  to  an  Act,  entitled,  "  An  Act   supplementary  to  an 
Act,  entitled.  An  Act  for  the  encouragement  of  learning 
by  securing  the  copies  of  Maps,  Charts,  and  books,  to 
the  authors   and   proprietors   of  such  copies  during   the 
Umes   therein  mentioned ;    and  extending    the    benefits 
thereof  to  the  arts  of  Designing,  Engraving,  and  Etching 
historical  and  other  pri^ts.^^^^  W.  CUTTER,  . 

Clerk  of  the  District  of  Neto-Hampshire. 
A  tr^e  copy,  Attest,      ^    ^    cUTTER,  Clerk. 


ADVERTISEMEIYT. 

The  work  of  revival  which  has  been  carried 
forward  in  this  town  for  more  than  three 
years  past,  and  which  is  still  progressing, 
seems  to  call  for  a  greater  number  and  a 
more  extensive  variety  of  hymns  than  are 
usually  found  in  collections  of  this  kind. 
At  the  suggestion  therefore  of  a  number  of 
my  friends  here,  the  following  selection  has 
been  made.     Care  has  been  taken  to  select 
those  hymns  which  are  best  adapted  to  be 
sung  in  ^Himes  of  refreshing  from  thepreseiue 
of  tJie  Lord.'"     It  is  fondly  hoped  that  this 
book  may  be  made  useful  as  an  instrument 
in  exciting  and  perpetuating  those  glorious 
revivals  of  pure  religion  which  so  signally 
characterize  this  age  in  which  Zionis  break- 
ing forth  on  every  side  in  songs  of  praise. 
Commending  this  selection  to  the  blessing  of 
Him  who  is  *'  fearful  in  praises,"  it  is  present- 
ed to  the  Christian  public  and  to  the  dear  peo- 
ple of  his  charge,  by  their  willing  servant 
in  the  gospel  of  our  precious  Redeemer — 
E.  W.  Freemax. 
Lomll  Feb.  10  1829. 


HYMINTS. 


WARNING. 


HYMN  1.  7s.  &5s.  {OrigimL) 

1  "D  OUSE  ye  at  the  Saviour's  call  ! 

Sinners  rouse  ye  one  and  all  ! 
Wake  !  Or  soon  your  souls  shall  fall, 
Fall  in  deep  despair. 

2  Woe  to  him  who  turns  away, 
Jesus  kindly  calls  to  day, 
Come,  O  sinner  while  you  may, 
Raise  your  soul  in  prayer. 

3  Heard  ye  not  the  Saviour  cry  ? 

"  Turn  O  turn  why  will  you  die  t" 
And  in  keenest  agony, 
Mourn  too  late  your  doom  ! 

I  Haste,  for  time  is  rushing  on  ! 
Soon  the  fleeting  hour  is  gone, 
The  lifted  arrow  flies  anon. 
To  sink  you  in  the  tomb  ! 


WARNING. 


5  By  the  Saviour's  bleeding  love, 
By  the  joys  of  heaven  above, 

Let  these  words  your  spirits  move  ; 
Quick  to  Jesus  fly  ! 

6  Come,  and  save  your  souls  from  death, 
Haste  !  escape  Jehovah's  wrath, 

Fly  !  for  life's  a  fleeting  breath, 
Soon,  O  soon  you'll  die. 

HYMN  2.     8,  7  &  4.     Men. 

Sinners  entreated  to  Hear. 

1  ^INNERS,  will  you  scorn  the  message, 

Sent  in  mercy  from  above  ^ 
Every  sentence — O  how  tender  ! 
Every  line  is  full  of  love  ; 

Listen  to  it — 
Every  line  is  full  of  love. 

2  Hear  the  heralds  of  the  Gospel, 
News  from  Zion's  king  proclaim, 

To  each  rebel  sinner — "  Pardon, 
^'Free  forgiveness  in  his  name." 

How  important  ! 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name  ! 

3  Tempted  souls,  they  bring  you  succour  ; 
Fearful  hearts,  they  quell  your  fears  ; 

And  with  news  of  consolation. 
Chase  away  the  falling  tears  : 
6 


WARNING, 


Tender  heralds — 

Chase  away  the  falling  tears.  j 

False  professors,  grovelling  worldlings,  ] 

Callous  hearers  of  the  word,  I 

While  the  messengers  address  you,  j 

Take  the  warnings  they  afford  ;  I 

We  entreat  you, 

Take  the  warnings  they  afford .  ;: 

Who  hath  our  report  believed  ?  ; 
Who  receiv'd  the  joyful  word  ? 

Who  embrac'd  the  news  of  pardon,  '\ 
Offer'd  to  you  by  the  Lord. 

Can  you  slight  it —  1 

OfferM  to  you  by  the  Lord  !  ] 

O,  ye  angels,  hovering  round  us,  1 

Waiting  spirits,  speed  your  way,  '> 

Hasten  to  the  court  of  heaven, 

Tidings  bear  without  delay  :  I 

Rebel  sinners,  ;! 
Glad,  the  message  will  obey. 

HYMN  3.     L.  M.    Steele.  \ 

Cri'eat  Physician.... Jer.  viii.^,  I 
TJEEP  are  ihQ  wounds  which  sin  h^ 

-■^         made;  U 
Where  shall  the  sinner  find  a  cure  ? 

In  vam,  alas,  is  nature's  aid  ;  ^ 
Tto  work  exceeds  all  nature's  powV. 


4.  WARNING. 


2  Sin,  like  a  raging  fever,  reigns 
With  fatal  strength  in  ev'ry  part ; 
The  dire  contagion  fills  the  veins, 
And  spreads  its  poison  to  the  heart. 

3  And  can  no  sov 'reign  balm  be  found  r 
And  is  no  kind  Physician  nigh, 

To  ease  the  pain,  and  heal  the  wound, 
Ere  life  and  hope  forever  fly  ? 

4  There  is  a  great  Physician  near  ; 
Look  up,  O  fainting  soul,  and  live  ; 
See,  in  his  heav'nly  smiles,  appear 
Such  ease  as  nature  cannot  give  ! 

5  See,  in  the  Saviour's  dying  blood, 
Life,  health,  and  bliss  abundant  flow  ! 
'Tis  only  this  dear,  sacred  flood 

Can  ease  thy  pain,  and  heal  thy  woe. 

HYMN  4.     7s. 

Sinner,  prepare  to  meet  God. 
I  DINNER,  art  thou  still  secure  ? 
Wilt  thou  still  refuse  to  pray  ? 
Can  thy  heart  or  hand  endure. 
In  the  Lord's  avenging  day  ? 

fi-  See,  his  mighty  arm  is  bar'd  ! 
Awful  terrors  clothe  his  brow  ! 
For  his  judgments  stand  prepar'd— - 
Thou  must  either  break  or  bow. 
8 


WARNING. 


3  At  his  presence  nature  shakes, 
Earth  affrighted  hastes  to  flee  ; 
Solid  mountains  melt  like  wax  . 
What  will  then  become  of  thee  ! 

4  Who  his  advent  may  abide  ? 
You  who  glory  in  your  shame, 
Will  you  find  a  place  to  hide, 
When  the  world  is  wrapp'd  in  flame  ? 

5  Lord  prepare  us  by  thy  grace, 
Soon  we  must  resign  our  breath  ; 
And  our  souls  be  call'd  to  pass 
Through  the  iron  gate  of  death. 

6  Let  us  now  our  day  improve, 
Listen  to  the  gospel  voice  ; 
Seek  the  things  that  are  above  ; 
Scorn  the  world's  pretended  joys. 

HYMN  5.     7s.  &  6s.    JVett'fow. 

The  Alarm. 

1  QTOP,  poor  singers,  stop  and  think, 
Before  you  further  go  ; 
Will  you  sport  upon  the  brink 

Of  everlasting  wo  ? 
On  the  verge  of  ruin  stop — 

Now  the  friendly  warning  take- 
Stay  your  footsteps — ere  ye  drop 
Into  the  burning  lake.     ,-^ 

9 


WARNING. 


2  Say,  have  you  an  arm  like  God, 

That  you  his  will  oppose  ? 
Fear  ye  not  that  iron  rod 

With  which  he  breaks  his  foes  ? 
Can  you  stand  in  that  dread  day, 

Which  his  justice  shall  proclaim, 
When  the  earth  shall  melt  away 

Like  wax  before  the  flame  ? 

8  Ghastly  death  will  quickly  come, 

And  drag  you  to  his  bar  ; 
Then  to  hear  your  awful  doom, 

Will  fill  you  with  despair  ! 
All  your  sins  will  round  you  crowd  ; 

You  shall  mark  their  crimson  dye  ; 
Each  for  vengeance  crying  loud, 

And  what  can  you  reply  ? 

4  Tho'  your  heart  were  made  of  steel, 

Your  forehead  lin'd  with  brass  ; 
God  at  length  will  make  you  feel, 

He  will  not  let  you  pass  ; 
Sinners  then  in  vain  will  call, 

Those  who  now  despise  his  grace, 
'^  Rocks  and  mountains  on  us  fall, 

And  hide  us  from  his  face." 

HYMN  6.     7s. 
Invitation  and  warning. 
1  gINNERS,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Maker,  asks  you  why  ? 


WARNING. 


God,  who  did  your  being  give, 
Made  you  with  himself  to  live  j 
He  the  fatal  cause  demands, 
Asks  the  work  of  his  own  hands  ; 
Why,  ye  thankless  creatures,  why 
Will  ye  cross  his  love,  and  die  ? 

2  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Saviour,  asks  you  why  ? 
He,  who  did  your  souls  retrieve, 
Died  himself  that  ye  might  live. 
Will  you  let  him  die  in  vain  ? 
Crucify  your  Lord  again  ? 

Why,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  why 
Will  ye  slight  his  grace,  and  die  ? 

3  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  .'* 
God,  the  Spirit,  asks  you  why  ? 
He  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove 
Woo'd  you  to  embrace  his  love  : 
Will  ye  not  his  grace  receive  ? 
Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live  ? 

O,  ye  dying  sinners,  why. 
Why  will  ye  for  ever  die  ? 

HYMN  7.  C.  M.     Watts. 

The  Scoffer, 
I     A  LL  ye  who  laugh  and  sport  with  death, 
And  say,  there  is  no  hell ; 
The  gasp  of  your  expiring  breath 
Will  send  you  there  to  dwell. 

11 


WARNING. 


2  When  iron  slumbers  bind  your  flesh, 

With  strange  surprise  you'll  find 
Immortal  vigor  spring  afresh, 
And  tortures  wake  the  mind  ! 

3  Then  you'll  confess,  the  frightful  names 

Of  plagues,  you  scorn'd  before. 
No  more  shall  look  like  idle  dreams, 
Like  foolish  tales  no  more. 

1  Then  shall  ye  curse  that  fatal  day. 
With  flames  upon  your  tongues, 
When  you  exchangM  your  souls  away 
For  vanity  and  songs. 

HYMN  8.  S.  M.     Hyde. 

Apostacy.   2  Pet.  ii.  22. 

1  "V'-Ej  ^^^  ^^  former  days. 

Were  found  at  Zion's  gate  ; 
Who  seem'd  to  walk  in  wisdom's  ways 
And  told  your  happy  state  ; 

2  But  now  to  sin  draw  back. 

And  love  again  to  stray. 
The  narrow  path  of  life  forsake. 
And  choose  the  beaten  way  ; 

S  Think  not  your  names  above 
Are  written  with  the  saints  ; 
The  promise  of  unchanging  love 
Is  his  who  never  faints. 
,  12 


WARNING.  9,    10. 


4  Your  transient  joy  and  peace, 

Your  deeper  doom  have  seai'd, 
Unless  you  wake  to  righteousness, 
Ere  judgment  is  reveaPd. 

HYMN  9.  L.  M.     Collyer. 

Jer.  xxxi.  18—20. 
:  "O  ETURN,  O  wanderer,  return, 

And  seek  an  injur'd  Father's  face  ; 
Those  warm  desires  that  in  thee  burn, 
Were  kindled  by  reclaiming  grace. 

2  Return,  O  wanderer,  return. 

And  seek  a  Father's  melting  heart  ; 
His  pitying  eyes  thy  grief  discern. 
His  hand  shall  heal  thine  inward  smart. 

5  Return,  O  wanderer,  return. 

Thy  Saviour  bids  thy  spirit  live  ; 
Go  to  his  bleeding  feet,  and  learn 
How  freely  Jesus  can  forgive. 

|4  Return,  O  wanderer,  return. 

And  wipe  away  the  falling  tear  ; 
*Tis  God  who  says,  "  No  longer  mourn," 
'Tis  mercy's  voice  invites  thee  near. 

HYMN  10.  C.  M.     E.  Jones, 

Resolve.    Esther  iv.  16. 
I  i^OME,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast, 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve  ; 

IS 


11.  WARNING. 


Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  opprest^ 
And  make  this  last  resolve  : 

2  "  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 
Hath  like  a  mountain  rose  ; 
I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
Whatever  may  oppose. 


3  "  Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 

An»d  there  my  guilt  confess, 
I'll  tell  him,  I'm  a  wretch  undone, 
Without  his  sov'reign  grace. 

4  "  Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

Perhaps  will  hear  my  pray'r  ; 
But,  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. 

6  "  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go  ; 
I  am  resolv'd  to  try  : 
For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know^ 
I  must  for  ever  die." 

HYMN  11.  L.  M.  Divight 

1  Tl/'HILE  life  prolongs  its  precious  light, 

Mercy  is  found,  and  peace  is  given  ; 
But  soon,  ah  soon  !  approaching  night 
Shall  blot  out  ev'ry  hope  of  heav'n. 

2  While  God  invites,  how  blest  the  day  ! 
How  sweet  the  gospel's  charming  sound, 


W  AUXIN  G.  12 


''  Come,  sinners,  haste,  Oh,  haste  away, 
While  yet  a  pard'ning  God  he's  found." 

3  ^^  Soon,  borne  on  time's  most  rapid  wing^ 
Shall  death  command  you  to  the  grave, 
Before  his  bar  your  spirits  bring, 

And  none  be  found  to  hear,  or  save." 

4  ^'  In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair. 

No  sabbath's  heav'nly  light  shall  rise  :    " 
No  God  regard  your  bitter  pray'r, 
f     Nor  Saviour  call  you  to  the  skies." 

HYMN  12.  L.  M. 

1  ^0-DAY,  if  ye  will  hear  his  voice, 

Now  is  the  time  to  make  your  choice ; 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go  ? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ,  or  no  } 

2  Ye  wand'ring  souls,  who  find  no  rest, 
I       Say,  will  you  be  for  ever  blest  ? 

Will  you  be  sav'd  from  sin  and  hell  ? 
Will  you  with  Christ  in  glory  dwell  ? 

8  Come  now,  dear  youth,  for  ruin  bound, 
Obey  the  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
Come,  go  with  us,  and  you  shall  prove 
The  joy  of  Christ's  redeeming  love. 

4  Once  more  we  ask  you  in  his  name— 
For  yet  his  love  remains  the  same — 

t5 


13.  WARNLVG. 


Say,  will  you  to  mount  Zion  go  ? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ,  or  no  ? 

6  Leave  all  your  sports  and  glittering  toys, 
Come,  share  with  us  eternal  joys  ; 
Or  must  we  leave  you  bound  to  hell — 
Then,  dear  young  friends,  along  farewell. 

HYMN  13.     P.  M. 

Expostulation. 

1   "VrOW  the  Saviour  stands  a  pleading 
"^      At  the  sinner's  bolted  heart  ; 
Now  in  heaven  he's  interceding, 
Undertaking  sinners  part. 

CHORUS. 

Sinners,  can  you  hate  this  Saviour  ^ 
Will  you  thrust  him  from  your  arms  ^ 

Once  he  di'd  for  your  behaviour. 
Now  he  calls  you  to  his  charms. 

2  Now  he  pleads  his  sweat  and  bloodshed, 
Shews  his  wounded  hands  and  feet  ; 
Father,  save  them,  tho'  they're  blood  red, 
Raise  them  to  a  heav'nly  seat. 
Sinners,  can  you  hate,  6rc. 

8  Sinners,  hear  your  God  and  Saviour, 
Hear  his  gracious  voice  to-day. 
Turn  from  all  your  vain  behaviour, 
O  repent,  return  and  pray. 
Sinners,  can  you  hate,  Sfc. 
1« 


WARNIXa.  14. 


O  be  wise,  before  you  languish 
On  the  bed  of  dying  strife  ! 

Endless  joy,  or  dreadful  anguish, 
Turn  upon  th'  events  of  life  ! 
Sinners,  can  you  hate,  «^'C. 


5  Now  he's  waiting  to  be  gracious  ; 

Now  he  stands  and  looks  on  thee  ; 
See  what  kindness,  love  and  pity. 
Shines  around  on  you  and  me  ! 
Sinners,  can  you  hate,  4'c. 

6  Open  now  your  hearts  before  him, 

Bid  the  Saviour  welcome  in  ; 
Now  receive  and  O,  adore  him  ; 
Take  a  full  discharge  from  sin. 
Sinners,  can  you  hate,  Sfc. 

7  Come,  for  all  things  now  are  ready  : 

Yet  there's  room  for  many  more  ; 
O  ye  blind,  ye  lams  and  needy. 
Come  to  wisdom's  boundless  store, 
Sinners,  can  you  hate,  <^c. 

HYMN  14.     C.   M. 

JVaming  to  sinners  to  flee  from  the  wrath  to 

come. 
1   T1/"ITH  love  of  pity  I  look  round 
Upon  my  fellow  clay  ; 
See  men  reject  the  gospel  sound, 
Good  God  !  what  shall  I  say  ? 

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14.  WARNING. 


2  Now  is  the  time,  th'  accepted  hour, 

O  sinners  !  come  away  ; 
The  Saviour's  knocking  at  your  door, 
Arise  without  delay. 

3  Do  not  refuse  to  give  him  room, 

Lest  mercy  should  withdraw  ; 
He'll  then  in  robes  of  vengeance  come, 
To  execute  his  law. 

4  Then  where,  poor  sinners,  will  you  be, 

If  destitute  of  grace  ; 
When  you  your  injur'd  Judge  shall  see, 
And  stand  before  his  face  ? 

5  O  could  you  shun  that  dreadful  sight, 

How  would  you  wish  to  fly 
To  the  dark  shades  of  endless  night. 
From  that  all-searching  eye. 

6  But  death  and  hell  must  all  appear, 

And  you  among  them  stand  ; 
Before  the  great  impartial  bar, 
Arraign'd  at  Christ's  left  hand. 

T  Let  not  these  warnings  be  in  vain, 
But  lend  a  list'ning  ear. 
Lest  you  should  meet  them  all  again. 
When  wrapt  in  keen  despair. 


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WARNING.  15,   16. 


HYMN  15.     C.  M. 

The  com]?laint  of  an  awakened  sinner. 

1  Q  WHAT  a  state  my  soul  is  in  I 

Nor  can  I  e'er  be  blest  ; 
Without  relief  from  death  and  sin, 
Or  find  a  moment's  rest. 

2  I  hear  that  Christ  is  passing  by- 

Poor  sinners  to  relieve  ; 
But  ah  !  I  must  in  darkness  lie, 
Until  I  do  believe. 

3  My  stupid  mind  and  stubborn  will. 

Chain  down  my  soul  to  death  ; 
And  here  I  groan  in  darkness  still. 
Without  one  spark  of  faith. 

4  O  God,  for  my  poor  soul  appear, 

And  make  my  foes  submit  ; 

Unlock,  unlock  this  prison  door. 

And  bring  me  from  the  pit. 

HYMN  16.     P.  M 

1     A  WAKED  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 

My  soul  in  guilt  and  thrall  I  found  ; 
I  knew  not  what  to  do  : 
O'erwhelmed  with  guilt,with  anguish  slain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 
Or  sink  in  endless  wo. 

10 


16.  WARNING. 


2  Amazed  I  stood,  but  could  not  tell, 
Which  way  to  shun  the  gates  of  hell  ; 

For  death  and  hell  drew  near  : 
I  strove  indeed,  but  strove  in  vain  ; 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again. 

Still  sounded  in  my  ear. 

3  Then  to  the  law  I  trembling  fled  ; 
It  poured  its  curses  on  my  head  ; 

I  no  relief  could  Kind. 
This  fearful  truth  I  found  remain  ; 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

O'erwhelmed  my  troubled  mind 

4  Again  did  Sinai's  thunders  roll, 
And  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul, 

A  vast  unwieldy  load  : 
Alas  !  I  read,  and  found  it  plain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God. 

5  While  thus  my  soul  in  anguish  lay, 
Jesus  of  Naz'reth  passed  that  way  ; 

I  felt  his  pity  move  : 
A  sinner  by  his  justice  slain, 
Now,  by  his  grace,  I  'm  born  again. 

And  sing  redeeming  love. 

6  To  heav'n  the  joyful  tidings  flew, 
The  angels  tuned  their  harps  anew, 

And  loftier  sounds  did  raise  : 
All  hail  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain  ! 
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Unnumbered  millions  born  again, 
Shall  shout  thine  endless  praise. 


EXPERIENCE, 


HYMN  17.     8s.  8t  7s. 

Mourning  Souls. 

1  "pOOR  mourning  souls  in  deep  distress 

Making  sad  lamentation, 
Find  themselves  lost  in  wickedness, 

And  under  condemnation  ; 
While  thunderbolts  from  Sinai's  mount, 

Do  sound  with  loudest  terror, 
And  they  as  naught  in  God's  account, 
Are  drown'd  in  grief  and  sorrow. 

2  O  here  I  am  in  deep  distress, 

Most  worn  away  with  trouble  ; 
Day  after  day  I  seek  for  peace, 

But  find  my  sorrows  double. 
Saith  Satan,  fatal  is  your  state, 

Time  past  you  might  repented,. 
But  now  you  see  it  is  too  late, 

So  make  yourself  contented. 

3  How  can  I  live,  how  can  I  breathe, 

Under  this  sore  temptation, 

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Conclude  my  day  of  grace  is  o'er  ; 

Lord  hear  my  lamentation  ; 
For  I  am  weary  of  my  life, 

Of  pains  and  bitter  crying  ; 
My  wants  are  great,  my  mind's  in  strait, 

My  spirit's  almost  dying. 

i  But  who  is  He  that  looketh  forth, 

Sweet  as  the  blooming  morning. 
Fair  as  the  moon,  clear  as  the  sun, 

'Tis  Jesus  Christ  adorning. 
Jesus  can  clothe  my  naked  soul  ; 

Jesus  for  me  hath  died  : 
And  now  I  can  with  pleasure  sing, 

My  wants  are  all  supplied. 

HYMN  18.  C.  M. 

LooJcing  at  the  Cross. 

1  IN  evil  long  I  took  delight, 

Unawed  by  shame  or  fear  ; 

Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 

And  stopp'd  my  wild  career 

2  I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree. 

In  agonies  and  blood  ; 
Who  fix'd  his  languid  eyes  on  me. 
As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

S  Sure,  never  to  my  latest  breathy 
Can  1  forget  that  look  j 
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It  seemM  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
fc        Tho'  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

4  INIy  conscience  felt,  and  own'd  the  guilt 

And  plunged  me  in  despair  ; 

I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 

And  helpM  to  nail  him  there. 

5  Alas  !  I  knew  not  what  I  did, 

But  now  my  tears  are  vain  ; 
Where  shall  my  trembling  soul  be  hid  ? 
For  I  the  Lord  have  slain. 

6  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 

'■'  I  freely  all  forgive  ; 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid  ; 
I  die,  that  thou  may'st  live." 

7  Thus,  while  his  death  my  sin  displays 

In  all  its  blackest  hue  ; 
(Such  is  tke  mystery  of  grace,) 
It  seals  my  pardon  too. 

8  With  pleasing  grief  and  mournful  joy. 

My  spirit  now  is  fill'd  ; 
That  I  should  such  a  life  destroy. 
Yet  live  by  him  I  kill'd. 

HYMN  19.  C.  M 

1   f\  COULD  I  find  a  humble  place, 
Near  to  the  lowly  Lamb, 

'  2.S        . 


10.  EXPERIENCE. 


How  would  I  then  extol  his  grace, 
And  praise  his  precious  name. 

2  Lord,  draw  my  heart  so  near  to  thee, 
While  through  this  world  I  rove. 
That  I  may  every  moment  be 
Transported  with  thy  love. 

3  O  let  me  walk  with  thee,  my  God, 
And  find  thee  always  nigh. 

Give  me  to  eat  immortal  food, 
And  I  shall  never  die. 

4  I  want  the  grace  that  may  be  felt, 
That  will  my  soul  inflame  ; 

I  want  this  hardened  heart  to  melt 
At  my  Redeemer's  name. 

5  I  want  my  will  to  be  resigned. 
To  my  Redeemer's  ways  ; 

And  every  power  and  thought  inclin'd 
My  God  to  love  and  praise. 

6  I  want  all  self  to  be  subdu'd  ; 
O  may  my  pride  be  slain  ! 

And  may  my  soul  be  all  renewed, 
Through  Jesus'  precious  name. 

7  This,  O  my  Saviour,  this  alone, 
Is  all  that  I  implore  : 

O  that  I  may  with  thee  be  one  ! 
And  I  shall  want  no  mor^ 
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8  For  with  my  Christ,  I'm  blest  of  God  ; 
And  through  his  living  name, 
Although  I  die  as  did  my  Lord, 
1  hope  to  live  again. 

HYMN  20.     C.   M. 

1  I  SOJOURN  in  a  vale  of  tears  : 

Alas  !  how  can  I  sing  ^ 
My  harp  doth  on  the  willows  hang. 
Untuned  in  ev'ry  string. 

2  My  music  is  a  captive's  strain  ; 

Harsh  sounds  my  ears  do  fill  : 
How  shall  I  sing  sweet  Zion's  songs 
On  this  side  Zion's  hill  ? 

3  Yet,  lo  !  I  hear  the  joyful  sound  ! 

Surely,  I'll  quickly  come  : 
Each  word  much  sweetness  doth  distil, 
Like  a  full  honeycomb. 

4  And  wilt  thou  come,  my  dearest  Lord  ? 

And  wilt  thou  surely  come  ? 
Yes,  on  such  prospects  I  can  rest, 
And  shall  be  soon  at  home. 

5  My  Jesus  is  gone  up  to  heav'n, 

To  fit  a  place  for  me  ; 
For  'tis  his  will,  that  where  he  is, 
There  should  his  servants  be. 
"6  Canaan  I  view  from  Pisgah's  top  ; 
Of  Canaan's  grapes  I  taste  : 

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21.  EXPERIENCE. 


My  Lord,  who  sends  unto  me  here, 
Will  send  for  me  at  last. 

HYMN  21.     P.  M. 

1  f\^j  when  shall  I  see  Jesus, 

And  reign  with  him  above. 
And  from  that  flowing  fountain 

Drink  everlasting  love  ! 
When  shall  I  be  delivered 

From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 
And  with  my  blessed  Jesus 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in  } 

2  But  now,  I  am  a  soldier  ; 

My  Captain's  gone  before  ; 
He's  given  me  ray  orders, 

And  bid  me  not  give  o'er  : 
If  I  continue  faithful, 

A  righteous  crown  he'll  give, 
And  all  his  valiant  soldiers 

Eternal  life  shall  have. 

3  Through  grace  I  am  determined 

To  conquer,  though  I  die  ; 
And  then  away  to  Jesus, 

On  wings  of  love,  I'll  fly. 
Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow  ; 

I  bid  you  all  adieu  ; 
And  oh,  my  friends,  be  faithful, 

And  on  your  way  pursue. 

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And  if  you  meet  with  troubles 

And  trials  on  your  way, 
Then,  cast  your  cares  on  Jesus, 

And  don't  forget  to  pray  : 
Gird  on  the  heavenly  armour 

Of  faith,  and  hope,  and  love, 
And  when  the  combat's  ended. 

He'll  carry  you  above. 

O  do  not  be  discourag'd, 

For  Jesus  is  your  friend  ; 
And  if  you  want  more  knowledge. 

He'll  not  refuse  to  lend  : 
Neither  will  he  upbraid  you. 

Though  oft'ner  you  request  : 
He'll  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 

And  take  you  home  to  rest. 

And  when  the  last  loud  trumpet. 

Shall  rend  the  vaulted  skies, 
And  bid  the  entombed  millions 

From  their  cold  beds  arise, 
Our  ransom'd  dust  revived. 

Bright  beauties  shall  put  on. 
And  soar  to  the  blest  mansions 

Where  our  Redeemer's  gone. 


7  Our  eyes  shall  then  with  rapture, 
The  Saviour's  face  behold  ! 
Our  feet,  no  more  diverted, 
Sh^U  walk  the  streets  of  gold  ! 


22.  EXPERIENCE. 

Our  ears  shall  hear  with  transport 

The  hosts  celestial  sing  ! 
Our  tongues  shall  chant  the  glory 

Of  our  immortal  King  ! 

HYMN  22.     P.  M. 

1  X^HiTHER  goest  thou,  pilgrim  stranger, 

Wandering  through  this  lonely  vale  ? 
,  Knowest  thou  not  'tis  full  of  danger  ? 
And  will  not  thy  courage  fail  ? 

No,  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom, 
Will  you  go  to  glory  with  me  ^ 

O  hallelujah,  O  hallelujah, 
I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom, 

Will  you  go  to  glory  with  me  ^ 
O  hallelujah,  O  hallelujah. 

2  Pilgrim,  thou  hast  justly  call'd  me. 

Passing  through  a  waste  so  wide, 
But  no  harm  will  e'er  befal  me, 
While  I'm  blest  with  such  a  guide. 
For  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom,  Sfc. 

3  Such  a  guide  ?  no  guide  attends  thee, 

Hence  for  thee  my  fears  arise  ; 
If  some  guardian  power  befriend  thee, 
'Tis  unseen  by  mortal  eyes. 

O   I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom,  Sfc 

4  Yes,  unseen,  but  still  believe  me, 

Such  a  guide  my  steps  attends  j 


EXPERIENCE.  23, 


He'll  in  every  strait  relieve  me, 
He  will  guide  me  to  the  end. 
For  I'm  bound,  ^-c. 

5  Pilgrim,  see  that  stream  before  thee, 

Darkly  winding  through  the  vale  ; 
Should  its  deadly  waves  roll  o'er  thee, 
Would  not  then  thy  courage  fail  ? 
No,  I'm  bound,  <Src. 

6  No,  that  stream  has  nothing  frightful, 

To  its  brink  my  steps  I'll  bend. 
Thence  to  plunge  'twill  be  delightful, 
There  my  pilgrimage  will  end. 
For  I'm  bound,  ^'c. 

7  While  I  gaz'd,  with  speed  surprising, 

Down  the    stream   she    plung'd  from 
Gazing  still,  I  saw  her  rising,        [sight  ; 
Like  an  angel  clothed  with  light. 
O,  I'm  bound,  «Src. 

8 -Cease  my  heart  this  mournful  crying. 
Death  will  burst  this  sullen  gloom  ; 
Soon  my  spirit,  fluttering,  flying, 
Will  be  borne  beyond  the  tomb. 
For  I'm  bound,  &c. 

HYMN  23.     P.  M. 

I   SiAW  ye  my  Saviour  I  Saw  ye  my  Sa- 
Saw  ye  my  Saviour  God  !       [viour  ! 

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23.  EXPERIENCE. 


O  he  died  on  Calvary, 
To  atone  for  you  and  me, 
And  to  purchase  our  pardon  with  blood. 

2^  He  was  extended,  he  was  extended, 
So  painfully  nail'd  to  the  cross  ; 
There  he  bow'd  his  head,  and  died, 
There  my  Lord  was  crucified, 
To  atone  for  a  world  that  was  lost. 

3  Jesus  hung  bleeding,  Jesus  hung  bleeding, 

Three  dreadful  hours  in  pain  ; 
And  the  solid  rocks  were  rent, 
Through  creation's  vast  extent. 
When  the  Jews  crucifi'd  the  God-Majst. 

4  Darkness  prevailed,  darkness  prevailed, 

Darkness  prevaiPd  o'er  the  land  ; 
And  the  sun  refus'd  to  shine, 
While  his  Majesty  divine 
Was  derided,  insulted  and  slain. 

5  When  it  was  finish'd,  when  it  was  finish'd. 

And  the  atonement  was  made. 
He  was  taken  by  the  great, 
And  embalm'd  in  spices  sweet. 
And  was  in  a  new  sepulchre  laid. 

6  Hail,mighty  Saviour,hail,  mighty  Saviour, 

Prince  and  the  Author  of  peace, 
Soon  he  burst  the  bands  of  death,  • 
And  triumphant,  from  the  earth, 
He  ascended  to  mansions  of  bliss 


EXPERIENCE.  24. 


7  There  interceding,  there  interceding, 

Pleading  that  sinners  may  live, 
Crying,  "  See  my  hands  and  side, 
Father,  I  was  crucified 
To  redeem  them,  I  pray  thee  forgive  " 

8  "  I  will  forgive  them,  I  will  forgive  them 

When  they  repent  and  believe  ; 
Let  them  now  return  to  thee, 
And  be  reconciPd  to  me. 
And  salvation  they  all  shall  receive." 

HYMN  24.     S.  M. 

Compassion. 

1  T^ID  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep. 

And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry  ? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 

2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears. 

Angels  with  wonder  see  ! 
Be  thou  astonish'd,  O  my  soul. 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

3  He  wept  that  we  might  weep, 
'~  Each  sin  demands  a  tear  ; 

In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
And  there's  no  weeping  there. 

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25.  EXPERIENCE 


HYMN  25.  S.  M. 

Song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb.  Rev.  xv.  3. 

1  jL  WAKE,  and  sing  the  song 
'^^  Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ; 
Wake,  ev'ry  heart  and  ev'iy  tongue, 

To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  Sing  of  his  dying  love  ; 

Sing  of  his  rising  pow'r  ; 
Sing,  how  he  intercedes  above, 
For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 

S  Sing,  till  we  feel  our  heart 

Ascending  with  our  tongue  ; 

Sing  till  the  love  of  sin  depart, 

And  grace  inspire  our  song. 

4  Sing  on  your  heav'nly  way. 

Ye  ransom'd  sinners,  sing  ; 
Smg  on,  rejoicing  every  day, 
In  Christ,  th'  eternal  King 

5  Soon  shall  we  hear  him  say, 

"  Ye  blessed  children  come  ;" 
Soon  will  he  cal)  us  hence  away, 
And  take  his  wanderers  home. 

6  Soon  shall  our  raptur'd  tongue 

His  endless  praise  proclaim  ; 
And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song. 

Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb, 
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HYMN  26.     P.  M. 

1  ^T^HE  gospel  ship  is  sailing  by, 

The  ark  of  safety  now  is  nigh, 
O  sinners,  unto  Jesus  fly, 

Improve  your  day  of  grace  ; 
O  there'll  be  glory,  glory,  O  hallelujah, 
O  there'll  be  glory, 

When  we  the  Lord  embrace. 

2  Come,  fathers,  will  you  go  with  me  ? 
Come  mothers,  will  you  go  with  m©  ?" 
Eternity  you  soon  must  see, 

O  haste,  prepare  to  die  ; 
O  there'll  be  glory,  &c. 
When  saints  shall  reigr  on  high. 

5  Come,  brothers,  will  you  go  with  me  ? 
Come,  sisters,  will  you  go  with  me  ? 
Come,  neighbours,  will  you  go  with  me  J 

And  flee  from  wrath  to  come  ? 
O  there'll  be  glory,  &c. 

When  all  the  saints  get  home. 

4  The  judgment  day  is  rolling  on, 
The  glass-  of  life  will  soon  be  run. 
Creation  with  her  fiery  doom. 

The  Lord  will  soon  appear  ! 
O  there'll  be  glory,  &c. 

When  saints  shall  view  him  near. 

5  Now  hark  !  the  trumpet  rends  the  skies ! 
See  slumbering  millions  wake  and  rise  ! 

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26  EXPERIENCE. 


What  joy,  what  terror  and  surprise  ! 

The  last  great  day  is  come  ! 
O  there'll  be  glory,  &c. 

Around  the  judgment  throne.  j 

6  See  nations  throng  his  awful  bar,     ^  '^ 

Both  saints  and  sinners  from  afar,  ' 

All  tribes  and  kindred  now  appear,  i 

And  wait  to  hear  their  doom  !  j 

O  there'll  be  glory,  &c.  ' 

When  Christ  the  Lord  shall  come. 

i  Jehovah  now  the  book  linseals  !    •  | 

The  clearest  light  each  heart  reveals  !  ' 
The  pointed  truth  each  conscience  feels  L  ^  J 

The  amazing  throng  divide  !  ^  J 

O  there'll  be  mourning,  mourning,  mourn-  j 

O  there'll  be  mourning,     [ing,  mourning,  j 

When  justice  shall  decide.  j 

8  See  parents  and  their  children  part  !  \ 

See  husbands  and  their  wives  must  part  J  \ 
See  brothers  and  their  sisters  part  ! 

To  meet  again  no  more  ;  \ 
O  t^iere'U  be  mourning,  &c. 

The  day  of  mercy's  o'er. 

(^  Now  all  the  ungodly  must  retire,  , 

They're  doom'd  to  dwell  in  quenchless  fire  j 

The  gnawing  worm  will  ne'er  expire,  ' 

Their  anguish  ne'er  will  cease  ;  i 

O  there'll  be  mourning,  &c.  i 

The  forfeiture  of  grace. 


EXPERIENCE.  27. 


10  See  heaven  display  her  pearly  gates, 
That  kingdom  for  the  righteous  waits, 
Come  blessed  children  take  your  seats, 

Of  old  prepar'd  for  you  ; 
O  there'll  be  glory,  Sec. 

When  we  Mount  Zion  view. 

11  See  Jesus  and  his  saints  unite, 
And  move  to  realms  of  endless  light. 
With  him  his  bride  shall  walk  in  white, 

In  innocence  and  love  ; 
O  there'll  be  glory,  &c. 
And  sweetest  songs  above. 

HYMN  27.     L.  M.    Doddridrre 


a>^ 


1  fZiOD  of  my  life,  through  all  its  days, 
^^  My  grateful  powers  shall  sound  thy 

praise 
The  song  shall  wake  with  opening  light, 
And  warble  to  the  silent  night. 

2  When  anxious  cares  would  break  my  rest. 
And  grief  would  tear  my  throbbing  breast. 
Thy  tuneful  praise  I'll  raise  on  high, 
And  check  the  murmur  and  the  sigh. 

3  When  death  o'er  nature  shall  prevail, 
And  all  its  powers  of  language  fail, 

Joy  thro'  my  swimming  eyes  shall  break^ 
And  mean  the  thanks  I  cannot  speak. 

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S8,.  S9.  EXPERIENCE. 


4  But  oh  !  when  that  last  conflict's  o'er,  i 

And  I  am  chain'd  to  flesh  no  more,  \ 

With  what  glad  accents  shall  I  rise,  J 
To  join  the  music  of  the  skies  ! 

HYMN  28.  C.  M.  Medley.  \ 

1   OH,  what  amazing  words  of  grace, 

Are  in  the  gospel  found  !  j 
Suited  to  ev'ry  sinner's?  case, 

Who  knows  the  joyful  sound.  \ 


2  Come   then,   with   all  your   wants   and 

wounds, 
Your  ev'ry  burden  bring  ; 
Here  love,  eternal  love  abounds, 
A  deep  celestial  spring. 

3  This  spring  with  living  water  flows, 

And  living  joy  imparts  ; 
Come  thirsty  souls,  your  wants  disclose, 
And  drink  with  thankful  hearts. 

HYMN  29.  C.  M.     Stennett. 

Vieiv  of  Canaan.... Deut.  xxxii.  49. 

1  ^N  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 

And  cast  a  wishful  eye. 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  O  the  transporting,  rapt'rous  scene, 

That  rises  to  my  sight  ! 
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EXPERIEXCE.  30. 


Sweet  fields,  array'd  in  living  green, 
-     And  rivers  of  delight  ! 

S  There  gen'rous  fruits  that  never  fail, 
On  trees  immortal  grow  ; 
There   rocks  and  hills,  and  brooks  and 
vales, 
With  milk  and  honey  flow. 

4  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  forever  blest  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  his  bosom  rest  ? 

5  Fill'd  with  delight,  my  rapturM  soul 

Would  here  no  longer  stay  ; 
Tho'  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll. 
Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 

HYMN  30.     C.  M.     Newion. 

1  A  NXIOUS,  I  strove  to  find  the  way, 
■"^  Which  to  salvation  led  ; 

I  listen'd  long,  I  try'd  to  pray, 
And  heard  what  many  said. 

2  When  some  of  joys  and  comforts  told, 

I  fear'd  that  I  was  wrofig  ; 
For  I  was  stupid,  dead,  and  cold, 
Had  neither  joys  nor  song. 

3  The  Lord  my  lab'ring  heart  relievM, 

And  made  my  burden  light  ; 

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31 .  EXPERIENCE. 


Then  for  a  moment  I  believM, 
And  thought  that  all  was  right. 

4  Of  fierce  temptations  others  talk'd 

Of  anguish  and  dismay  ; 
Thro'  what  distresses  they  had  walk'd 
Before  they  found  the  way. 

5  Ah  !  then  I  thought  my  hopes  were  vain, 

For  I  had  liv'd  at  ease  ; 
I  wish'd  for  all  my  fears  again, 
To  make  me  more  like  these. 

6  I  had  my  wish,  the  Lord  disclos'd 

The  evils  of  my  heart  ; 
And  left  my  naked  soul  expos'd 
To  Satan's  fiery  dart. 

7  Alas  !  I  cry'd  in  deep  despair, 

Borne  down  with  fearful  pain. 
How  can  I  these  fierce  terrors  bear, 
And  who  will  now  sustain  ! 

8  Again  my  Saviour  brought  me  aid. 

And  when  he  set  me  free, 
"  Trust  simply  on  my  word,"  he  said, 
"  And  leave  the  rest  to  me." 

HYMN  31 .     C.  M. 
The  Desert  1  Pet.  v.  8. 
I  T1/"HEN  ntght  descends  in  sable  guise, 
And  spreads  her  gloom  around, 


EXPERIENCE.  32. 


To  close  the  weary  trav'ler's  eyes,  ! 

And  rest  him  on  the  ground  ;  -         i 


2  Amidst  the  dreary  desert  wide, 
The  wand'rer  faints  to  hear. 
The  wide  alarm  on  ev'ry  side, 
Which  speaks  some  danger  near  ^ 

5  So,  in  this  wilderness  of  life, 

Whene'er  afflictions  come, 
We  sink  as  in  a  night  of  grief. 
Far  from  our  shelt'ring  home 

4  The  tempter's  like  a  lioa's  roar. 
Sounds  thro'  the  vale  abroad  ; 
Then  let  us  watch,  and  evermore 
Depend  upon  our  God. 

6  From  ev'ry  other  help  afar, 

And  left  without  a  friend^ 
God  is  a  helper  ever  near. 
And  faithful  to  the  end. 


HYMN  32.  L.  M. 

1  J^H  ALL  I,  to  gain  the  world's  applause, 
Or  to  escape  its  harmless  frown. 
Refuse,  my  Lord,  to  plead  thy  cause, 
And  make  thy  people's  lot  my  own  ?— 

U  No  !  let  the  world  cast  out  my  name  • 
And  vile  account  me  if  Ihey  will ; 

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33.  EXPERIENCE, 


If  to  confess  the  Lord  be  shame, 
I  purpose  to  be  viler  still. 

S  And  what  is  man,  or  what  his  smile  ? 
The  terrors  of  bis  anger  what  ? 
Like  grass  he  flourishes  awhile, 
And  soof)  his  place  shalj  know  him  not. 

HTMiN  33.     7s.    Montgomery, 

Ruth  1.  16—19 

1  pEOPLE  of  the  living  God  ! 

I  have  sought  the  world  around, 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod, 

Peace  and  comfort  no  v/here  found  : 
Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns, 

Turns, — a  fugitive  unblest  ; 
Brethren  !  where  your  altar  burns, 

Oh,  receive  me  into  rest. 

2  Lonely  I  no  longer  roam, 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave, 
Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home. 

Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave  ; 
Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore — 

Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine  j 
Earth  can  fill  my  soul  no  more, 

Every  idol  I  resign, 
40 


THE  CHRISTIAN.  34. 


THE  CHRISTIAN. 


HYMN  34.    L.  M.  K'elhj. 

1  "  "WE'VE  no  abiding  city  here"— 

This  may  distress  the  worldly  mind; 
But  should  not  cost  the  saint  a  tear, 
Who  hopes  a  better  rest  to  find, 

2  "  We've  no  abiding  'city  here" — 

Sad  truth  were  this  to  be  our  home  : 
But  let  this  thought  our  spirits  cheer, 
"  We  seek  a  city  yet  to  come." 

S  "  We've  no  abiding  city  here" — 
Then  let  us  live  as  pilgrims  do  ; 
Let  not   the  world  our  rest  appear  • 
But  let  us  haste  from  all  below. 

4  "  We've  no  abiding  city  here" — 
We  seek  a  city  out  of  sight  : 
Zion  its  name — the  Lord  is  there, 
It  shines  with  everlasting  light. 

HYMN  35.     8s.  &6s.     Harrison. 

Private  Retireineiit. . .  World  renounced. 

I  rpELL  me  no  more  of  earthly  toys, 

•**    Of  sinful  mirth  and  carnal  joys, 
-  -  41 


35.  THE  CHRISTIAN. 

(The  things  I  lov'd,  before  :) 
Let  me  but  view  my  Saviour's  face, 
And  feel  his  animating  grace, 

And  I  desire  no  more. 

2  Tell  me  no  more  of  praise  and  wealth. 
Of  careless  ease  and  blooming  health, 

For  they  have  all  their  snares  : 
Let  me  but  know  my  sins  forgiv'n. 
And  see  my  name  enroll'd  in  heaven. 

And  I  am  free  from  cares. 

3  Tell  me  no  more  of  lofty  tow'rs, 
Delightful  gardens,  fragrant  bow'rs, 

For  these  are  trifling  things  : 
The  little  room  for  me  design'd. 
Will  suit  as  well  my  easy  mind, 

As  palaces  of  kings. 

4  Tell  me  no  more  of  crowding  guests. 
Of  gaudy  dress,  and  sumptuous  feasts. 

Extravagance  and  waste  : 
My  little  table,  only  spread" 
With  wholesome  herbs  and  wholesome 
bread, 

Will  better  suit  my  taste. 

6  Give  me  a  bible  in  my  hand, 
A  heart  to  read  and  understand, 

This  sure,  unerring  word  ; 
I'd  urge  no  company  to  stay, 

4S. 


THE  CHRISTlAJf.  36,   37. 

But  sit  alone  from  day  to  day, 
And  converse  with  the  Lord. 

HYMN  36., I  L.  M.    ,Topladij. 

A  Propitious  Gale  longed  for. 

1  A  T  anchor  laid,  remote  from  home, 

Toiling,  I  cry,  '^  sweet  Spirit,  come  ! 
"  Celestial  breeze,  no  longer  stay, 
"  But  swell  my  sails,  and  speed  my  way  ! 

2  "  Fain  would  I  mount,  fain  would  I  glow, 
"  And  loose  my  cable  from  below  ; 

"  But  I  can  only  spread  my  sail  ; 
''  Thou,  thou  must  breathe  th'  auspicious 
gale  !" 

HYMN  37.     L.  M.     Cennick, 

High-way Isaiah  xxxv.  8 — 10. 

1  TESUS,  my  all,  to  heav'n  is  gone — 

He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon  ; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way  'till  him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment, 
The  king's  high-wg.y  of  holiness, 

I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourn'd  because  I  found  it  not ; 
My  grief,  my  burden  long  has  been, 
Because  I  could  not  cease  from  sin. 

43    . 


38.  THE  CHRISTIAN". 


4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  pow'r, 
I  sinn'd  and  stumbled  but  the  more  ; 
'T'U  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 
•^  Come  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  way." 

$  Lo  !  glad  I  come,  and  thou,  blest  Lamb, 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee  as  I  am  ; 
My  sinful  self  to  thee  I  give — 
Nothing  but  love  I  shall  receive. 

6  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round, 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found  ; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood. 
And  say,  behold  the  way  to  God. 

HYMN  38.     C.  M.     Miller. 
Church  Union., ..Col,  ii.  2. 


i^UR  souls,  by  love  together  knit, 

Cemented,  mixt  in  one,  ^ 

One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voice,     « 
'Tis  heav'n  on  earth  beeun. 

Our   hearts   have  burn'd,    while  Jesus 
And  glow'd  with  sacred  fire  ;    [spake, 

He  stoop'd  and  talk'd^  and  fed,  and  blest,      i 
And  fiU'd  th'  enlarg'cJ  desire.  J 

Chorus,  L.  M.  < 

"  A  Saviour  !"  let  creation  sing  !       .,  \ 
"  A  Saviour  !"  let  all  heaven  ring  ! 

He's  God  with  us,  we  feel  him  ours,  ] 

44  .  *  ^ 


THE  CHRISTIAN.  391 


His  fulness  on  our  souls  he  pours, 
'Tis  almost  done,  'tis  almost  o'er,  ^ 

:     We're  joining  themwho'regone  before,  > 
V   We  then  shall  meet  to  part  no  more.     ) 

3  The  little  cloud  increases  still, 
The  heavens  are  big  with  rain  ; 
We  haste  to  catch  the  teeming  show'fj 
And  all  its  moisture  drain. 

.  4  A  rill,  a  stream,  a  torrent  flows  ! 
But  pour  a  mighty  flood  ; 
Oh  !  sweep  the  nations,  shake  the  earth, 
'Till  all  proclaim  thee  God. 

Cho.     ''A  Saviour,"  4'c. 

5  And  when  thou  mak'st  thy  jewels  up, 

And  set'st  thy  starry  crown  ; 
Wlien  all  thy  sparkling  gerns  shall  shine, 
Proclaim'd  by  thee  thine  own  ; 

6  May  we,  a  little  hand  of  love, 

Be  sinners,  sav'd  by  grace  ; 
From  glory  unto  glory  chang'd. 
Behold  thee  face  to  face  ! 

HYMN  39.  8s.     Baldioin, 

Union  Hymn. 
1   "pROM  whence  doth  this  union  arise, 
That  hatred  is  conquer'd  by  love  I 

45 


40.  THE  CHRISTIAN^. 


It  fastens  our  souls  in  such  ties, 
As  nature  and  time  can't  remove. 

2  It  cannot  in  Eden  be  found, 
Nor  yet  in  a  Paradise  lost  ; 
It  grows  on  ImmanuePs  ground  ; 
And  Jesus'  rich  blood  it  did,  cost. 

S  My  friends  are  so  dear  unto  me, 
Our  hearts  are  united  in  love  ; 
Where  Jesus  is  gone  we  shall  be 
In  yonder  bright  mansions  above. 

4  O  why  then  so  loth  for  to  part  ? 

Since  there  we  shall  all  meet  again  : 
Engrav'd  on  ImmanuePs  heart. 
At  a  distance  we  cannot  remain. 

5  And  when  we  shall  see  that  bright  day, 

And  join  with  the  angels  above, 
There  fre^'d  from  these  bodies  of  clay. 
We'll  dwell  with  Christ  Jesus  above. 

6  With  Jesus  we  ever  shall  reign, 

And  all  his  bright  glories  we'll  see  ; 
There  sing  Hallelujah,  Amen  ! 
Amen,  even  so  let  it  be. 

.     HYMN  40.     C.   M. 


Salvation. 
gALVATION  !  O,  the  joyful  sound  I 
'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears  : 
46 


THE  CHRISTIAN.  41. 

A  sovereign  balm  for  ev'ry  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Buri'd  in  sorrow,  and  in  sin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay 
But  we  arise  by  grace  divine 
To  see  a  heav'nly  day. 

3  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

4  Salvation  O  !  thou  bleeding  Lamb, 

To  thee  the  praise  belongs  ! 

Salvation  shall  inspire  our  hearts. 

And  dwell  upon  our  tongues. 

HYMN  41.  L.  M. 

1  T  IKE  Israel,  safe  upon  the  shoro. 

Who  thought  the  conflict  all  was  o'er* 
Young  converts  view  the  frightful  train 
Of  all  their  foes  for  ever  slain. 

2  But  soon,  with  sick'ning  heart,  survey 
The  perils  of  the  desert  way  ; 

The  pow'r  of  sin  revives  again. 

And  all  their  hopes  seem  false  and  vain 

3  The  morning  sun  that  shone  so  bright 
Is  shrouded  in  the  gloom  of  night ; 


42.  TrtE  CHRISTIAN. 


Hopeless  the  victor's  crown  to  win, 
They  yield  ere  they  the  fight  begin. 

4  But  Jesus  calls  them  to  the  field  : 

"Come,  gird  on  harness  sword  and  shield; 
Stand  fast  in  faith,  fight  for  your  King, 
My    grace    shall    strength    and    victory 
bring." 

HYMN  42.     C.  P.  M.     Mwlon. 

1  ¥F  God  had  bid  his  thunders  roll, 

And  lightnings  flash  to  blast  my  soul, 

I  still  had  stubborn  been  : 
But  mercy  has  my  heart  subdu'd — 
A  bleeding  Saviour  I  have  view'd, 

And  now  I  hate  my  sin. 

2  Now,  Lord,  I  would  be  thine  alone  ; 
Come  take  possession  of  thine  own, 

For  thou  hast  set  me  free  ; 
Releas'd  from  Satan's  hard  command, 
See  all  my  pow'rs  in  waiting  stand, 

To  be  employ'd  by  thee. 

3  My  will  conform'd  to  thine  would  move  j 
On  thee  my  hope,  desire,  and  love, 

In  fix'd  attention  join  : 
My  hands,  my  eyes,  my  ears,  my  tonguo. 
Have  Satan's  servants  been  too  long, 

But  now  they  shall  be  thine. 

4S 


THE  CHRISTIAN.  43,  44. 

4  And  can  I  be  the  very  same, 

Who  lately  durst  blaspheme  thj  name, 

And  on  thy  gospel  tread  ? 
Surely  each  one,  who  hears  my  case, 
Will  praise  thee,  and  confess  thy  grace 

Invincible  indeed  ! 

HYJMN  43.     L.  M.     Barhauld-. 

1  "flow  blesfthe  sacred  tie  that  binds. 

In  union  sweet,  according  minds  ! 
How  swift  the  heav'nly  course  they  ru% 
Whose  hearts  and  faith  and  hopes  are  on^! 

2  To  each,  the  soul  of  each  how  dear  ! 
What  jealous  love,  what  holy  fear  ! 
How  doth  the  gen'rous  flame  within 
Refine  from  earth,  and  cleanse  from  sin  ! 

3  Their  streaming  eyes  together  flow, 
For  human  guilt  and  mortal  wo  ; 
Their  ardent  pray'rs  together  rise 
Like  mingling  flames  in  sacrifice. 

4  Together  oft  they  seek  the  place. 
Where  God  reveals  his  awful  face  \ — 
At  length  they  meet  in  realms  above, 
A  heav'n  of  joy — because  of  love. 

HYMN  44.     L.  M.     Stemett. 

Village  Worship.     Penitent  Sinner Luke 

XV.  10,  32. 
I  "WHENE'ER  a  sinner  turns  to  God, 
With  contrite  heart  and  flowing  eyes 
^  49 


45  THE  CHRISTIAN. 


The  happy  news  makes  angels  smile, 
And  tell  the  joys  above  the  skies. 

2  Well  may  the  church  below  rejoice, 
And  echo  back  the  heavenly  sound  : 
This  soul  was  dead,  but  now's  alive, 
This  sheep  was  lost,  but  now  is  found. 

3  Glory  to  God  on  high  be  giv'n. 
For  his  unbounded  love  to  men  : 
Let  saints  below  and  saints  above, 
"In  concert  join  their  loud  amen. 

HYMN  45.     L.  M.     Godivin. 

On  ^Admission  ofneio  Members.Gen.  xxiv.  31 . 

1  T^ELCOME,  thou  well-belov'd  of  God, 

Thou  heir  of  grace,  redeem'd  by 

blood; 
Welcome  with  us  thine  hand  to  join 
As  partner  of  our  lot  divine. 

2  With  us  the  pilgrims'  state  embrace, 
We're  trav'lling  to  a  blissful  place  ; 
The  Holy  Ghost,  who  knows  the  way, 
Conduct  thee  on  from  day  to  day. 

3  Take  up  thy  cross,  and  bear  it  on, 
It  shall  be  light,  and  not  be  long  ; 
Soon  shalt  thou  sit  with  Jesus  down, 
And  wear  an  everlasting  crown. 


THE  CHRISTIAN.  46,  47. 

HYMN  46.     L.  M.     JS-ewton. 
On  Admission  of  new  Members.. Gen.  xxiv.  31. 

1  TZ'iNDRED  in  Christ,  for  his  dear  sake, 
■^^  A  hearty  welcome  here  receive  ; 
May  we  together  now  partake 

The  joys  which  only  he  can  give. 

2  To  you  and  us,  by  grace  'tis  giv'n, 

To  know  the  Saviour's  precious  name  ; 
And  shortly  we  shall  meet  in  heav'n, 
Our  hope,  our  way,  our  end  the  same. 

3  May  he,  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet, 
Send  his  good  spirit  from  above  ; 
Make  our  communications  sweet, 

And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with  love, 

4  Thus,  as  the  moments  pass  away, 
We'll  love,  and  wonder,  and  adore  ; 
And  hasten  on  the  glorious  day, 
When  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

HYMN  47.     S.  M.    FawceU. 
Love  to  the  Brethren. 
1       gLEST  be  the  tie  that  binds 
Our  hearts  in  Christian  love 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 


Before  our  Father's  throne, 
We  pour  our  ardent  prayers  : 


61 


48.  THE  CHRISTIAN. 

Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, — 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes  j 
Our  mutual  burdens  bear  : 

And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  When  we  asunder  part, 
It  gives  us  inward  pain  ; 

But  we  shall  still  be  join'd  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 
Our  courage  by  the  way  ; 

Whi'e  each  in  expectation  lives, 
And  longs  to  see  the  day. 

6  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 
And  sin  we  shall  be  free  ; 

And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Thro'  all  eternity. 

HYMN  48.     C.  M.     DoddHdge. 

Love  to  our  JYeighbour  ;  or,  the  good  Sama- 
titan.   Luke  x.  29 — 27. 

1  ■pATHER  of  mercies  !  send  thy  grace, 

All-powerful  from  above, 
To  form  in  our  obedient  soul, 
The  image  of  thy  love. 

2  Oh;  may  our  sympathizing  breasts 

That  gen«roTis  pleasure  know, 
52 


J 


THE  CHRISTIAN.  49. 

Kindly  to  share  in  others  joy, 
And  weep  for  others  woe  ! 

3  When  the  most  helpless  sons  of  grief 

In  low  distress  are  laid  ; 
Soft  be  our  hearts  their  pains  to  feel, 
And  swift  our  hands  to  aid. 

4  So  Jesus  look'd  on  dying  man, 

When  thron'd  above  the  skies  ; 
And,  'midst  th'  embraces  of  his  God, 
He  felt  compassion  rise  : 

5  On  wings  of  love  the  Saviour  flew 

To  raise  us  from  the  ground. 
And  shed  the  richest  of  his  blood, 
A  balm  for  every  wound. 

HYMN  49.     L.  M. 

Hardiuss  of  Heart  lamented. 

1  T  ORD  !  shed  a  beam  of  heav'nly  day 

To  melt  this  stubborn  stone  away  ; 
Now  thaw,  with  rays  of  love  divine. 
This  heart — this  frozen  heart  of  mine. 

2  The  rocks  can  rend;  the  earth  can  quake; 
The  seas  can  roar  ;  the  mountains  shake 
Of  feeling  all  things  shew  some  sign, 
But  this  unfeeling  heart  of  mine. 

3  To  hear  the  sorrows  thou  hast  felt, 
What  but  an  adamant  would  melt ! 

53 


tHE  CHRISTIAN. 50. 

Goodness  and  wrath  in  vain  combine 
To  move  this  stupid  heart  of  mine. 

4  But  ONE  can  yet  perform  the  deed  ; 
That  One  in  all  his  grace  I  need  •, 
Thy  Spirit  can  from  dross  refine^ 
And  melt  this  stubborn  heart  of  mine. 

5  Oh,  Breath  of  Life,  breathe  on  my  soul  t 
On  me  let  streams  of  mercy  roll  : 

Now  thaw,  with  rays  of  love  divine, 
This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine. 

HYMN  50.    C.  M.     {OHginaL^ 

1  IKEHOLD  O  Lord  my  suffering  soul, 

O'erwhelm'd  with  pain  and  woe, 
O  let  thy  power  the  rage  control. 
Of  each  malignant  foe. 

2  My  weighty  guilt  a  heavy  load. 

Impedes  my  onward  way. 
While  I  would  run  the  heavenly  road, 
To  realms  of  endless  day. 

3  Satan  oft  tempts  my  trembling  heart, 

To  give  the  conflict  o'er. 

Oft  he  persuades  me  to  depart, 

And  call  on  God  no  more. 

4  The  world  spreads  round  its  luring  wiles. 


Its  falsehoods  and  its  charms^, 


THE  CHRISTIAN.  51. 


My  fickle  heart  it  now  beguiles, 
Now  fills  it  with  alarms. 

5  But  here's  a  deadly  foe  within, 

Oppos'd  to  all  that's  good, 
A  spirit  always  prone  to  sin, 
And  to  depart  fi-om  God. 

6  Then  see  O  Lord  my  sufF'ring  soul, 

Oppress'd  with  pains  end  woes, 
O  let  thy  power  the  rage  control. 
Of  all  those  cruel  foes. 

HYMN  51.     7s.      Dr.  S.  Stennett. 
Penitential  Sigh^. 

1  pATHER  !  at  thy  call  I  come  : 

In  thy  bosom  there  is  room 
For  a  guilty  soul  to  hide, — 
Press'd  with  grief  on  every  side. 

2  Here  I'll  make  my  piteous  moan  !-   • 
Thou  canst  understand  a  groan  : 
Here  my  sins  and  sorrows  tell ; 
What  1  feel  thou  knowest  well. 

3  Ah  !  how  foolish  I  have  been 
To  obey  the  voice  of  sin — 
To  forget  thy  love  to  me. 
And  to  break  my  vows  to  thee. 

4  Darkness  fills  my  trembling  soul  j 
Floods  of  sorrow  a'cr  me  roll : 

m 


THE  CHRISTIAN. 


Pity,  Father  !  pity  me  ! 
All  my  hope's  alone  .in  thee. 

5  But,  may  such  a  wretch  as  I, 
Self-condemn'd,  and  doom'd  to  die,- 
JEver  hope  to  be  forgiven, 

And  be  smil'd  upon  by  heaven  ! 

6  May  I  round  thee  cling  and  twine, 
Call  myself  a  child  of  thine  ; 

And  presume  to  claim  a  part 
In  a  tender  Father's  heart  ? 

1  Yes,  I  may  !  for  I  espy 

Pity  trickling  from  thine  eye  : 
'Tis  a  Fathers  bowels  move, — 
Move  with  pardon  and  with  love. 

8  Well  I  do  remember,  too. 

What  his  love  hath  deign'd  to  do ; 
How  he  sent  a  Saviour  down, 
All  my  follies  to  atone. 

9  Has  my  elder  brother  died  ^ 
And  is  justice  satisfied  ? 

Why — oh,  why — should  I  despair 
Of  my  Father's  tender  care  ? 

HYMN  52.  C.  M.     Coiuper. 

The  contnte  Heart.     Isaiah  Ivii.  15. 
I  npHE  Lord  will  happiness  divine 
*   On  contrite  hearts  bestow  j 


THE  CHRISTIAN. 


Then  tell  me,  gracious  God  !  is  mina 
A  contrite  heart  or  no  ? 

2  I  hear,  but  seem  to  hear  in  vain 

Insensible  as  steel  ; 
If  aught  is  felt,  'tis  only  pain 
To  find  I  cannot  feel. 

3  I  sometimes  think  myself  inclin'd 

To  love  thee,  if  I  could  ; 

But  often  feel  another  mind. 

Averse  to  all  that's  good. 

4  My  best  desires  are  faint  and  few, 

I  fain  would  strive  for  more  ; 
But,  when  I  cry,  ^  My  strength  renew, 
Seem  weaker  than  before. 

5  Thy  saints  are  comforted,  I  know, 

And  love  thy  house  of  prayer  ; 
I  sometimes  go  where  others  go, 
But  find  no  comfort  there. 

6  Oh,  make  this  heart  rejoice  or  ache  ; — 

Decide  this  doubt  for  me  ; 
And,  if  it  be  not  broken,  break  ; 
And  heal  it,  if  it  be. 

,   HYMIN  53.  C.  M.  Beddome 
Roaignation  ;  or^  God  our  Portion. 
1   IVJY  times  of  sorrow  and  of  joy, 
Great  God  !  are  in  thy  hand  ; 

^  57 


54.  THE  CHRISTIAN. 


My  choicest  comforts  come  from  thee, 
And  go  at  thy  command. 

2  If  thou  shouldst  take  them  all  away, 
Yet  would  I  not  repine  ; 
Before  they  were  possess'd  by  me, 
They  were  entirely  thine. 

S  Nor  would  I  drop  a  murmuring  word, 
Tho'  the  whole  world  were  j^one. 
But  seek  enduring  happiness 
In  thee,  and  thee  alone. 

4  What  is  the  world,  with  all  its  store  ? 

'Tis  but  a  bitter  sweet  ; 
When  I  attempt  to  pluck  the  rose, 
A  pricking  thorn  I  meet. 

5  Here  perfect  bliss  can  ne'er  be  found. 

The  honey's  mix'd  with  gall  : 
'Midst  changing  scenes  and  dying  friends, 
Be  Thou  my  all  in  all. 

HYMN  54.     C.  JVI.    Medham. 

Self-denial ;  or,  taking  iq)  the  Cross.    Mark 

viii.  38.  Luke  ix.  26. 

1  A  SHAM'D  of  Christ  !— my  soul,  dis- 

The  mean  ungen'rous  thought :  [dain 
Shall  I  disown  that  friend,  whose  blood 
To  man  salvation  brought  ? 

2  Wi^h  the  glad  news  of  love  and  peace, 

From  heaven  to  earth  h?  c^me ", 
§8     ■•  — "        - 


THE  CHRISTIAN.  55 » 

For  US  endur'd  the  painful  cross— 
For  us,  despis'd  the  shame. 

3  At  his  command  we  must  take  up 

Our  cross  without  delay  ; 
Our  lives — and  thousand  hves  of  ours  -- 
Can  ne'er  His  love  repay. 

4  Each  faithful  suff 'rer  Jesus  views 

With  infinite  delight  : 
Their  lives  to  him  are  dear  ;  their  deaths 
Are  precious  in  his  sight. 

6  To  bear  his  name, — his  cross  to  bear — 
Our  highest  honour  this  ! 
Who  nobly  suffers  now  for  him 
Shall  reign  with  him  in  bliss. 

6  But  should  we,  in  the  evil  day, 
From  our  profession  fly, — 
Jesus,  the  Judge,  before  the  world, 
The  traitor  will  deny. 

HYMN  55.     C.  M. 

Self-Denial     Mark  viii.  34.    Luke  ix.  23 
1     A  ND  must  I  part  with  all  I  have, 

•^^  My  dearest  Lord,  for  thee  ? 

It  is  but  right  !  since  thou  hast  done 
Much  more  than  this  for  me . 

9  Yes,  let  it  go  ! — One  look  from  thee 
Will  more  than  make  amends 

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56.  THE  CHRISTIAN. 


For  all  the  losses  I  sustain 
Of  credit,  riches,  friends. 

3  Ten  thousand  worlds,  ten  thousand  lives, 

How  worthless  they  appear 
Compar'd  with  thee,  Supremely  Good  * 
Divinely  Bright  and  Fair  ! 

4  Saviour  of  souls  !  could  I  from  thee 

A  single  smile  obtain. 
The'  destitute  of  all  things  else, 
I'd  glory  in  my  gain. 

HYMN  56.     C.  M. 

Trust  in  God  promoted  by  grateful  Recollec 
tion. 

1  TJEAR  Lord  !  why  should  I  doubt  thy 

Or  disbelieve  thy  grace  ?  [love, 

Sure  thy  compassions  ne'er  remove, 
Altho'  thou  hide  thy  face. 

2  Thy  smiles  have   freed   my  heart  from 

My  drooping  spirits  cheer'd  ;      rP^'^^j 
And  wilt  thou  not  appear  again 
Where  thou  hast  once  appear'd  ? 

5  Hast  thou  not  form'd  my  soul  anew. 

And  told  me,  I  am  thine  ? 
And  wilt  thou  now  thy  work  undo 
Or  break  thy  word  divine  ? 

4  Dost  thou  repent  ?  wilt  thou  deny 
The  gifts  thou  hast  bestow'd  ? 
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THE  CHRISTIAN.  57. 

Or,  are  those  streams  of  mercy  dry, 
Which  once  so  freely  flowM  ? 

5  Lord  !  let  not  groundless  fears  destroy 
The  mercies  now  possess'd  : 
I'll  praise  for  blessings  I  enjoy. 
And  trust  for  all  the  rest. 

HYMN  57.     10s.     JS'ewton. 

I  u'Ul  trust  and  not  be  afraid.     Isaiah  xii.  2. 

1  ■  lEGOXE,  unbelief!  my  Saviour  is  near, 
J3  And  for  my  relief  will  surely  appear  : 
By  pi-ayer  let  me  wrestle,  and  he  will  perform  : 
With  Christ  in  the  vessel,  I  smile  at  the  storm. 

2  Though  dark  be  my  way,  since  he  is  my  guide, 
'Tis  mine  to  obey,  'tis  his  to  provide  : 

Tho'  cisterns  be  broken,  and  creatures  all  fail. 
The  word  he  has  spoken  shall  surely  prevail. 

3  His  love,  in  time  past,  forbids  me  to  think 
He'll  leave  me  at  last  in  trouble  to  sink ; 
Each  sweet  Ebeuezer  I  have  in  review. 
Confirms  his  good  pleasure  to  help  me  quite  thro'. 

4  Determin'd  to  save,  he  watch'd  o'er  my  path 
When,  Satan's  blind  slave,  I  sported  with  death  : 
And  can  he  have  taught  me  to  trust  in  his  name, 
And  thus  fai-  have  brought  me,  to  put  me  to  shame  1 

5  Why  should  I  complain  of  want  or  distress. 
Temptation  or  pain  1 — he  told  me  no  less  : 

•  The  iieirs  of  salvation,  I  know  from  bis  word. 
Thro'  much  tribulation  must  follow  their  Lokd. 

6  How  bitter  that  cup  no  heart  can  conceive. 
Which  he  drank  quite  up,  that  sinners  might  live ! 


68-  THE  CHRISTIAN. 


His  way  was  much  rougher  and  darker  than  mine 
Did  Christ,  my  Lord,  suffer,  and  shall  I  repine  1 

7  Since  all  that  I  meet  shall  work  for  my  good. 
The  bitter  is  sweet,  the  med'cine  is  food  ; 
Tho'  painful  at  present,  'twill  cease  before  long, 
And  then,  oh  how  pleasant  the  conqueror's  song ! 

HYMN  58.     C.  M. 

The  plain  serious  Chistianh  daily  Hymn. 
Help  me,  my  God-Oh  save  me.  Psalm  cix.  26 

1  XXELP  and  Salvation,  Lord  !  I  crave; 

For  both  I  greatly  need  : 
None  else  these  blessings  can  bestow  ; 
From  thee  they  must  proceed. 

2  Help  me  thy  glories  to  behold, 

Thy  loveliness  to  see  : 

Save  from  an  atheistic  heart, 

Which  shuns  the  deity. 

S  [Help  me  the  turpitude  of  sin 
With  shame  to  realize  : 
Save  from  impenitence  ;  and  thaw 
A  breast  as  hard  as  ice .] 

4  Help  me  to  cleave  to  Christ  alone  !— 

Where  else  can  sinners  fly  ? 
Save  me  from  all  self-righteousness, 
And  every  idol  nigh. 

5  Hel^-me  to  live  upon  thy  word, — 

The  christian's  daily  food  ; 
€2 


THE  CHRISTIAN.  58 

Save  me  from  unbelief,  that  foe — 
That  bar  to  every  good. 

6  Help  me  to  do  thy  holy  will  j 
Let  duty  bliss  dispense  : 
Save  from  a  disobedient  heart, 
From  sloth  and  negligence. 

C.  M.  Second  Part. 

1  TTELP  me  to  persevere  in  grace  ; 

Still  gladly  following  on  : 
Save  me  from  each  backsliding  path 
To  which  my  heart  is  prone. 

2  [Help,  in  prosperity,  that  I 

True  gratitude  may  find  : 
Save  me  from  pride  and  carnal  ease, 
And  from  an  earthly  mind. 

5  Helpy  in  adversity,  to  bow 

My  neck  to  bear  the  yoke 
Save  me  from  wrath  and  discontent. 
Which  would  my  God  provoke.] 

4  Help  me  to  conquer  all  my  foes, 
Satan,  the  world,  and  sin  : 
Save  from  temptation's  snares  without. 
And  this  base  heart  within . 

6  Help  me  to  wait  the  time  decreed, 

And  then  meet  death  with  joy  : 

63 


60,  61.  THE  CHRISTIAN. 

Save  me  from  all  the  ills  of  life, — 
The  dread  of  death  destroy, 

,HYMN   60.     L.   M.   Dr.  Doddrklge, 

Cjioosing  the  better  Part.    Luke  x.  42. 
1   "OESET  with  snares  on  every  hand, 
In  life's  uncertain  path  I  stand  : 
Saviour  divine  !  diffuse  thy  light 
To  guide  my  doubtful  footsteps  right. 

-2  Engage  this  roving  treacherous  heart 
To  fix  on  Mary's  better  part. 
To  scorn  the  trifles  of  a  day. 
For  joys  that  none  can  take  away. 

3  Tiren  let  the  wildest  storms  arise  ; 
Let  tempests  mingle  earth  and  skies  ; 
No  fatal  shipwreck  shall  I  fear, 

But  all  my  treasures  with  me  bear. 

4  If  thou,  my  Jesus  !   still  be  nigh, 
Cheerful  I  live,  and  joyful  die  ; 
Secure,  when  mortal  comforts  flee. 
To  find  ten  thousand  worlds  in  thee. 

HYMN  61.     8.  8.  6s. 

Admiring  the  Love  of  God  in  Chtist. 
1   IVTY  God!  thy  boundless  love  we  praise; 
How  bright  on  high  its  glories  blaze- 
How  sweetly  bloom  below  ! 
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THE  CIIRFSTIAN.  61 

It  streams  from  thy  eternal  throne  ; 

Thro'  heaven  its  joys  for  ever  run, 

And  o'er  the  earth  they  flow. 

2  'Tis  love  that  gilds  the  vernal  ray — 
Adorns  the  flow'ry  robe  of  May — 

Perfumes  the  breathing  gale  : 
'Tis  love  that  loads  the  plenteous  plain 
With  blushing  fruits  and  golden  grain, 

And  smiles  o'er  ev'ry  vale.  ^ 

3  But,  in  thy  Gospel,  it  appears 
In  sweeter  fairer  characters, 

And  charms  the  ravish'd  breast ; 
There,  Love  immortal  leaves  the  sky, 
To  wipe  the  drooping  mourner's  eye, 

And  give  the  weary  rest. 

4  There  smiles  a  kind  propitious  Goa, — 
There  flows  a  dying  Saviour's  blood, 

The  pledge  of  sins  forgiv'n  ; 
There  Faith,   bright  cherub,  points  the 
To  regions  of  eternal  day,  [way 

And  opens  all  her  heav'n. 

5  Then,  in  redeeming  Love,  rejoice. 
My  soul  ] — and  hear  a  Saviour's  voice, 

That  calls  thee  to  the  skies  : 
Above  life's  empty  scenes  aspire — 
Its  sordid  cares  and  mean  desire — 

And  seize  th'  eternal  prize. 

'  65 


THE  CHRISTIATf. 


HYMN  62.     L.  M. 

Happy  in  the  salvation  of  God.  Psa.  xlvi.  4. 

i   INDULGENT  God  !  to  thee  I  raise 
My  spirit,  fraught  with  joy  and  praise  : 
Grateful  I  bow  before  thy  throne, 
My  debt  of  mercy  there  to  own. 

J  Rivers  descending,  Lord  !  from  thee, 
Perpetual  glide  to  solace  me  : 
Their  varied  virtues  to  rehearse 
Demands  an  everlasting  verse. 

S  And  yet  there  is,  beyond  the  rest, 
One  stream — the  widest  and  the  best — 
Salvation  !  Lo,  the  purple  flood 
Rolls  rich  with  my  Redeemer's  blood  ! 

4  I  taste — delight  succeeds  to  woe  ; 
I  bathe — no  waters  cleanse  me  so 
Such  joy  and  purity  to  share, 

1  would  remain  enraptur'd  there — 

5  Till  death  shall  give  this  soul  to  know 
The  fulness  sought  in  vain  below  ; — 
The  fulness  of  that  boundless  sea 
Whence  flow'd  the  river  down  to  me. 

6  My  soul — ^with  such  a  scene  in  view — 
Bids  mortal  joys  a  glad  adieu  ; 

Nor  dreads  a  few  chastizing  woes 
Sent  with  efoiCh  love — so  soon  to  close. 
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THE  CHRISTIAN.  '  63.      , 

HYMN  63.     8.  8.  6s.     J.  C.  W,     '  i 

Tfie  Spintual  Pilgnm.  ; 

\   XX OW  happy  is  the  pilgrim's  lot,  \ 

How  free   from   anxious   care  and  • 

From  worldly  hope  and  fear  !  [thought,  '■ 

Confin'd  to  neither  court  nor  cell,  ' 

His  soul  disdains  on  earth  to  dwell,  j 

He  only  sojourns  here.  i 

2  His  happiness  in  part  is  mine  ;  ; 

Already  sav'd  from  self-design,  ] 

From  ev'ry  creature-love —  * 

Bless'd  with  the  scorn  of  finite  good,—  \ 
My  soul  is  lighten'd  of  its  load, 

And  seeks  the  things  above.  \ 

3  The  things  eternal  I  pursue,  \ 
And  happiness  beyond  the  view                   I 

Of  those  who  basely  pant  i 

For  things  by  nature  felt  and  seen  :  ] 

Their   honours,   wealth,    and   pleasures  ] 

I  neither  have  nor  want.  [mean,  l 

4  Nothing  on  earth  I  call  my  own  :  i 
A  stranger,  to  the  world  unknown,              I 

I  all  their  goods  despise  ;  ] 

I  trample  on  their  whole  delight,  ] 

And  seek  a  country  out  of  sight, —  l 

A  country  in  the  skies.  i 

5  There  is  myliouse  and  portion  fair  :  ; 
My  treasure  and  my  heart  are  there, 


64.  THE  CHRrSTlAX. 

And  my  abiding  home  : 
For  me  my  elder  brethren  stay ; 
And  angels  beckon  me  away, 

And  Jesus  bids  me  come. 

6  I  come,  thy  servant,  Lord  !  replies, 
1  come  to  meet  thee  in  the  skies, 

And  claim  my  heavenly  rest  : 
Now  let  the  pilgrim's  journey  end: 
Now — oh,  my  Saviour,  brother,  friend  ! — 

Receive  me  to  thy  breast  ! 

HYMN  64.     7.  6s. 


The  Filgr'mi's  Song. 

1  "OISE,  my  soul  !  and  stretch  thy  wings. 

Thy  better  portion  trace  : 
Rise,  from  transitory  things. 

Towards  heav'n,  thy  native  place  ! 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars,  decay  ; 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove  ; 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 

To  seats  prepar'd  above  ! 

2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course  ; 
Fire,  ascending,  seeks  the  sun : 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source ; 
Thus  a  soul,  new-born  of  God, 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face, 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 


THE  CHRISTIAN.  65. 

3  Cease,  ye  pilgrims  !  cease  to  mourn  ; 

Press  onward  to  the  prize  : 
Soon  the  Saviour  will  return 

Triumphant  in  the  skies  : 
Yet  a  season,  and  you  know 

Happy  entrance  will  be  given, — 
All  your  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchang'd  for  heaven. 

HYMN  65.     7s. 

Teinpted — but  flying  to  Chist  the  refuge. 

1  JESUS  !  lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly 
While  the  raging  billows  roll, — 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high  ! 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour  !  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide  ; 

Oh,  receive  my  soul  at  last ! 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none, — 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee  ! 
Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not  alone  ! 

Still  support  and  comfort  me  ! 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stay'd  ;    -r 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring  : 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

3  Thou,  O  Christ  !  art  all  I  want  : 

All  in  All  in  thee  I  find  : 


66.  THE  CHRISTIAN. 


Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 
Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind  : 

Just  and  holy  is  thj  name, 
I  am  all  unrighteousness, 

Vile  and  full  of  sin  I  am — 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace 

4  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found — 

Grace  to  pardon  all  my  sins  : 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound  ; 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within  : 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art  ! 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee  ! 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart, — 

Rise  to  all  eternity  ! 

HYMN  66.     7s.     Coivper. 

Welcoming  the  Cross. 

1  'T^IS  my  happiness  below 

Not  to  live  without  the  cross  ; 
But  the  Saviour's  power  to  know 

Sanctifying  every  loss  : 
Trials  must  and  will  befal ; 

But — with  humble  faith  to  see 
Love  inscrib'd  upon  them  all — 

This  is  happiness  to  me. 

2  God,  in  Israel,  sows  the  seeds 

Of  afflict'ion,  pain,  and  toil  ; 
These  spring  up,  and  choke  the  weeds 
Which  would  else  o'erspread  the  soil 
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THE  CHRISTIAN.  BT 

•' '  ■  '  .  r% 

Trials  make  the  promise  sweet  ; 

Trials  give  new  life  to  prayer  ; 
Trials  bYing  me  to  his  feet, — 

Lay  me  Tow,  and  keep  me  there. 

HYMN  67.     C.  M.     Mwton. 

0  that  1  were  as  in  months  past !  Job  xxix.  2 

1  CWEET  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt 

The  Saviour's  pardoning  blood 
Apply'd  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt, 
And  bring  me  home  to  God. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  reveaPd, 

His  praises  tun'd  my  tongue  ; 
And,  when  the  evening  shades  prevailed, 
His  love  was  all  my  song. 

3  In  vain  the  tempter  spread  his  wiles, 

The  world  no  more  could  charm  j 
I  liv'd  upon  my  Saviour's  smiles, 
And  lean'd  upon  his  arm. 

4  In  prayer  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 

And  saw  his  glory  shine  ; 
And,  when  I  read  his  holy  word, 
I  call'd  each  promise  mine. 

5  Then  to  his  saints  I  often  spoke 

Of  what  his  love  had  done  : 
But  now  my  heart  is  almost  broke, 
For  all  my  joys  arc  gone. 

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68.  THE  CHRISTIAN. 

-6  Now,  when  the  evening  shade  prevails, 
My  soul  in  darkness  mourns  ; 
And  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals, 
No  light  to  me  returns. 

7  My  prayers  are  now  a  chatt'ring  noise, 

For  Jesus  hides  his  face  ; 
I  read,  the  promise  meets  my  eyes, 
But  will  not  reach  my  case. 

8  Now  Satan  threatens  to  prevail, 

And  make  my  soul  his  prey  : 
Yet,  Lord,  thy  mercies  cannot  fail, 
O  come  without  delay, 

HYMN  68.     7.  6.  8s 

Backsliding  and  Returning  ;  or,  the  Back' 

slide}'''s  Prayer. 
1    TESUS,  let  thy  pitying  eye 

Call  back  a  wand'ring  sheep  ; 
False  to  thee,  like  Peter,  I 

Would  fain,  like  Peter,  weep  ; 
Let  me  be  by  grace  restor'd. 

On  me  be  all  its  freeness  shewn  ; 
Turn  and  look  upon  me.  Lord, 
And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

5  Saviour  Prince,  enthron'd  above. 
Repentance  to  impart. 
Give  me,  thro'  thy  dying  love, 
The  humble  contrite  heart ; 


THE  CTIRISTIAN.  69 


Give,  what  I  have  long  implor'd, 
A  portion  of  thy  love  unknown  ; 

Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

See  me,  Saviour,  from  above. 

Nor  suffer  me  to  die  ; 
Life,  and  happiness,  and  love, 

Smile  in  thy  gracious  eye  : 
Speak  the  reconciling  word. 

And  let  thy  mercy  melt  me  down  ; 
Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

Look,  as  when  thy  pitying  eye 

VYas  clos'd  that  we  might  live  ; 
*  Father,  (at  the  point  to  die. 

My  Saviour  gasp'd,*)  forgive  !' 
Surely  with  that  dying  word. 

He  turns,  and    looks,   and  cries,  *  Tis 
O  my  loving,  bleeding  Lord,       [done  !' 

This  breaks  my  heart  of  stone. 


HYMN  69.     P.   M. 

1  nnHIS  world  is  all  a  fleeting  show, 

-      For  man's  illusion  given  ; 
The  smiles  of  joy,  the  tears  of  wo, 
Deceitful  shine,  deceitful  flow  ; 
There's  nothing  true  but  heaven. 

2  Poor  wand'rcrs  of  a  stormy  day, 

From  wave  to  w^ve  are  driven  : 

73 


70.  THE  CHTtlSf IAN. 


And  fancy's  flash  and  reason's  ray, 
Serve  but  to  light  us  on  the  way  ; 
There's  nothing  calm  but  heaven. 

3  And  false  the  light  on  glory's  plume 

As  fading  hues  at  even  ; 
And  genius'  bud  and  beauty's  bloom 
Are  blossoms  gather'd  for  the  tomb  ; 

There's  nothing  bright  bu4  heaven. 

4  And  where's  Xhe  hand  held  out  to  cheer 

The  heart  Vith  anguish  riven  ; 
For  sorrows,  sighs,  and  trouble's  tear, 
Have  never  found  a  refuge  here  ; 

There's  nothing  hijid  but  heaven. 

5  In  vain  do  mortals  sigh  for  bliss, 

Without  their  sins  forgiven  ; 
True  pleasure,  everlasting  peace, 
Are  only  found  in  God's  free  grace  ; 

There's  nothing  good  but  heaven. 

6  ^Ypm  such  as  .walk  in  wisdom's  road, 

Oorroding  fears  are  driven  ; 
They're  wash'd  in  Christ's  atoning  blood, 
Enjoy  communion  with  their  God, 

And  find  their  loay  to  heaven. 

HYIVIN  70.     L.  M.    Mxvton. 

1  "^njT'HILE  I  to  grief  my  soul  gave  way, 
To  see  the  work  of  God  decline. 


THE  CHRISTIAN.  71. 

Methought  I  heard  the  Saviour  say — 
"  Dismiss  thy  fears,  the  ark  is  mine. 

2  "  Tho'  for  a  time  I  hid  my  face, 
Rely  upon  my  love  and  pow'r  : 
Still  wrestle  at  the  throne  of  grace, 
And  wait  for  a  reviving  hour. 

3  "  Take  down  thy  long  neglected  harp, 
I've  seen  thy  tears  and  heard  thy  prayV, 
The  winter  season  has  been  sharp, 

But  spring  shall  all  its  wastes  repair." 

4  Lord,  I  obey, — my  hopes  revive  ; 
Come,  join  with  me,  ye  saints,  and  sing  ; 
Our  foes  in  vain  against  us  strive. 

For  God  will  help  and  triumph  bring. 

HYMN  71.  P.  M. 


J   npHERE  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 
To  mourning  wand'rers  given. 
There  is  a  tear  for  souls  distrest, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast, 
'Tis  found  above  in  heaven. 

2  There  is  a  soft  and  downy  bed, 
*Tis  fair  as  br^th  of  even, 
A  couch  for  weary  mortals  spread. 
Where  they  may  rest  their  aching  head, 
And  find  repose  in  heaven. 

75 


72.  TUR  CHRISTIAN. 


3  There  is  a  home  for  weeping  souls, 

By  sin  and  sorrow  driven, 
When  tost  on  life's  tempestuous  shore, 
Where  storms  arise  and  oceans  roar, 

But  all  is  o'er  in  heaven. 

4  Now  faith  lifts  up  the  tearful  eye, 

The  heart  with  anguish  riven, 
And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
The  ev'ning  shadows  quickly  fly, 

And  all  serene  in  heaven. 

5  There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 

And  joys  supreme  are  given, 
There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom  ; 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb 

Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 

HYMN  72.     P.  M. 

1  A  S  I  lay  musing  on  my  bed, 
"^  I  thought  on  my  Redeemer  ; 
My  heart  did  sing,  to  Christ  my  King, 

Who  did  my  soul  deliver. 

CHORUS. 

We're  all  united,  heart  and  hand  : 
All  in  one  band  completely  ; 

We're  marching  through  Immanuel's  land. 
Where  the  waters  flow  most  sweetly. 

2  The  mountains  melt,  the  skies  dissolve, 

While  sinnefB  stand  and  tremble  : 
7» 


THE  CHRISTIAN.  73 

The  saints  rejoice,  to  hear  God's  voice, 
While  Jesus  bids  them  welcome. 

3  Then  I  saw  thousands  hand  in  hand, 

All  on  their  way  to  heaven  ; 
They  were  baptiz'd  in  Jesus'  name, 
And  felt  their  sins  forgiv'n. 

4  As  they  march'd  on  they  beheld  a  crown 

That  was  by  Jesus  purchas'd  ; 
The  sacred  fire  still  rises  higher, 
While  Jesus  gives  them  conquest. 

5  The  trumpets  sound,  the  armies  shout, 

The  hosts  of  hell  are  driven  ; 
Fight  on,  fight  on,  ye  conq'ring  souls, 
The  prize  will  soon  be  given. 

6  When  we  arrive  at  joys  on  high, . 

To  reign  with  Christ  for  ever  ; 
There  we  shall  drink  full  draughts  of  bliss 
From  the  pure  source  of  pleasure. 
1 

7  When  on  the  flowery  plains  we  meet, 

And  range  the  fields  of  glory  ; 
We'll  shout  and  sing,  to  Christ  our  King, 
And  cast  our  crowns  before  him. 

HYMJN  73.     8,  7,  4.     Hart. 
Sinners  invited  to  Chmt.     Matt.  xi.  28-30. 
2  f^OME,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden, 

Lost  and  ruin'd  by  the  fall  ; 

T7 


73. THE  CHRISTIAN. 

If  you  tarry  till  you're  better 
You  will  never  come  at  all : 

Not  the  righteous — 
iSmwers  Jesus  came  to  call. 

2  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 
All  the  fitness  he  requireth, 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him  : 

This  he  gives  you — 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 

3  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo  !  your  Maker  prostrate  lies  ! 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him  ; 
Here  him  cry  before  he  dies, 

''  It  is  finisli'd  :'' 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice  ? 

4  Lo  !  th'  incarnate  God  ascended, 

Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood  ; 
Venture  on  him,  venture  wholly, 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude  : 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

5  Saints  and  angels,  join'd  in  concert, 

Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb  ; 

While  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven, 

Sweetly  echo  with  his  name  : 

Plallelujah  !— 
Sinners  here  may  sing  the  same. 


THE  CHRISTIAN.  74. 

"  HYMN  74.     C.  M. 

1  Tl/'HAT  heavenly  music  do  I  hear, 

Salvation  soundmg  free  ; 
Ye  souls  in  bondage  lend  an  ear, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

2  How  sweetly  do  the  tidings  roll, 

All  round,  from  sea  to  sea, 
'    From  land  to  land,  from  pole  to  pole, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

3  Good  news,  good  news,  to  Adam's  race, 

Let  Christians  all  agree 
To  sing  redeeming  Love  and  Grace, 
This  is  the  Jubilee . 

4  The  gospel  sounds  a  sweet  release 

To  all  in  misery, 
And  bids  them  welcome  home  to  peace, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

5  Jesus  is  on  his  mercy  seat, 

Before  him  bend  the  knee  ; 
Let  heaven  and  earth  his  praise  repeat. 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

6  Sinners,  be  wise,  return  and  come 

Unto  the  Saviour  free  ; 
The  Spirit  bids  you  welcome  home, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

7  Come,  ye  redeemed,  your  tribute  bring. 

With  songs  of  harmony  ; 


75.  THE  CHRISTIAN. 


While  on  the  road  to  Canaan  sing, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

HYMN  75.     P.  M. 

1  npHE  Lord  into  his  garden  comes  ; 

The  spices  yield  a  rich  perfume, 

The  lilies  grow  and  thrive  : 
Refreshing  showers  of  grace  divine 
From  Jesus  flow  to  every  vine, 

And  make  the  dead  revive. 

2  O  that  this  dry  and  barren  ground 
In  springs  of  water  may  abound, 

A  fruitful  soil  become  ! 
The  desert  blossom  as  the  rose, 
When  Jesus  conquers  all  his  foes, 

And  makes  his  people  one. 

3  Come^  brethren,  ye  who  love  the  Lord, 
And  taste  the  sweetness  of  his  word. 

In  Jesus'  ways  go  on  ; 
Our  troubles  and  our  trials  here. 
Will  only  make  us  richer  there, 

When  we  arrive  at  home. 

4  There  we  shall  reign  and  shout  and  sing. 
And  make  the  heavenly  regions  ring, 

When  all  the  saints  get  home  ! 
Come  on,  come  on,  my  brethren  dear, 
Soon  shall  we  meet  together  there, 

For  Jesus  bids  us  come. 
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y    THE  CHRISTIAN.  76, 

5  Amen,  amen,  my  soul  replies, 

I'm  bound  to  meet  you  in  the  skies. 

And  claim  my  mansion  there  ; 
Now  here's  my  heart,  now  here's  my  hand, 
To  meet  you  in  that  heavenly  land, 
Where  we  shall  part  no  more. 

6  There  on  that  peaceful  happy  shore, 
We'll  sing  and  shout,  our  suff 'rings  o'er, 

In  sweet  redeeming  love  :  [King, 

We'll  shout  and  praise  our  conq'ring 
Who  died  himself  that  he  might  bring 

Us  rebels  home  to  God. 

HYMN  76.  P.  M     . 

1  ^\  THOU,  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes  delight, 
V-r   On  whom  in  affliction  I  call, 

My  comfort  by  day,  and  my  song  in  the  night, 

My  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all  j 
Where  dost  thou  at  noontide  resort  with  thy  sheep. 

To  feed  on  the  pasture  of  love  1 
O  why  in  the  valley  of  death  shall  I  weep, 

Or  alone  in  the  wilderness  rove  1 

2  O  why  should  I  wander  an  alien  from  thee, 

And  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread  1 
Thy  foes  will  rejoice,  when  my  sorrows  they  sce» 

And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed. 
Ye  daughters  of  Zion,  declare,  have  ye  seen 

The  star  that  on  Israel  shone  % 
Say,  if  in  your  tents  my  beloved  has  been, 

And  where  with  his  flocks  he  is  gone  ! 

3  This  my  beloved  his  form  is  divine, 

His  vestments  shed  odours  around ; 
The  locks  on  Kis  head  are  as  graoes  on  the  vine, 
D2  '81 


n.  THE  CHI&STIA?:. 


«• 


When  autumn  with  plenty  is  crown'd.  .^ 
The  roses  of  Sharon,  the  hlies  that  grow 

In  the  vales,  on  the  banks  of  the  streams, 
On  his  cheeks  in  the  beauty  of  excellence  blow. 

And  his  eyes  are  as  quivers  of  beams  ! 

4  His  voice,  as  the  sound  of  the  dulcimer  swee 

Is  heard  through  the  shadovvs  of  death  j 
The  cedars  of  Lebanon  bow  at  his  feet. 

The  air  is  perfum'd  with  his  breath. 
His  lips  as  a  fountain  of  righteousness  flow. 

That  waters  the  garden  of  grace  ; 
From  which  their  salvation  the  Gentiles  shall  know. 

And  bask  in  the  smiles  of  his  face. 

5  Love  sits  in  his  eyelids  and  scatters  delight 

Through  all  the  bright  mansions  on  high  ; 
Their  faces  the  cherubim   veil  in  his  sight. 

And  tremble  with  fulness  of  joy, 
He  I'ooks  and  ten  thousands  of  angels  rejoice. 

And  myriads  wait  for  his  word  ; 
He  speaks — and  eternity,  fiU'd  with  his  voice. 
Re-echoes  the  praise  of  her  Lord. 

HYMN  77.  L.  M 

1  T17HAT  various  hindrances  we  meet, 
In  coming  to  a  mercy  seat  ; 
Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer, 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there. 

©  Prayer  makes  the  darkest  cloud  withdraw, 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw  ; 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 
Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  prayer  we  cease  to  fight, 
Prayer  makes  theChristian's  armor  bright^ 


CHRISTIAN.  78. 


THE  CHRISTIAN. 


And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 
The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  When  Moses  stood  with  arms  spread  wide, 
Success  was  found  on  Israel's  side  ; 
But  when  through  weariness  theyfail'd. 
That  moment  Amalek  prevail'd. 

5  Have  you  no  words  ?  Ah  think  again, 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your  fellow  creature's  ears 
With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  cares. 

6  Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent, 
To  Heaven  in  supplication  sent, 
Your  cheerful  song  would  often  bo. 
Hear  what  the  Lord  has  done  for  me. 

HYMN  78.     8.  7s.     Robinson. 

Grateful  recollection.     1  Sam.  viii.  12. 
1   /^OME,  thou  Fount  of  ev'ry  blessing, 
Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace  ; 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing. 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet. 
Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  : 
Praise  the  mount — I'm  fix'd  upon  it — 
Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love. 

i  Here  I  raise  rhy  Eben-Ezer, 
Hither  bv  thv  help  I'm  come  ; 

S3 


79.  THE  CHRISTIAN. 


And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jesus  sought  mo  when  a  stranger 

Wand'ring  from  the  fola  of  (ioc 
He  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 

Interpos'd  with  precious  blood. 

3  Oh  !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  constrain'd  to  be  ! 
Lei  that  grace  now,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wand 'ring  heart  to  thee  : 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it — 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love —  , 
Here's  my  heart — O  take  and  seal  it  ; 

Seal  it  for    thy  courts  above. 

HYMN  79.     lis.     K . 

Exceeding  great  and  'precious  Promises.* 
2  Pet.  i.  4. 

1  IJfOW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
XX  Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word  j 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath  said. 
You  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  tied  1 

2  In  every  condition, —  in  sickness,  in  health. 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth ; 
At  home  and  abroad,  on  the  land,  on  the  sea, 

*  As  thy  day  may  demand,  shall  thy  strength  ever  be. 

3  '  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  O  be  not  dismay'd ! 

*  I,  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee  aid ; 

*  I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee  to  stand, 
'  Upheld  by  my  righteous  omnipotent  hand. 

4  •  When  thro'  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go, 

*  The  rivers  of  wee  sliall  not  thee  overflow  : 

84 


THE  CHRISTIAN.  90. 


*  For  I  will  be  with  thee,  thy  troubles  to  bless ; 

*  And  sanctily  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

5  *  When  thro'  fiery  trials  thy  pathway  sliall  lie, 

*  My  grace  all*sufficient  shall  be  thy  supply ; 

*  The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee ;  I  only  design 

*  Thy  droBS  to  consume,  and  tliy  gold  to  refine 

6  *  E'en  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people  shall  prove 

*  My  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love  ', 

*  And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  their  temples  adorn, 

*  Like  Iambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom  be  borne. 

7  *  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  lean'd  for  repose, 
'  I  will  not,  I  will  not,  desert  to  his  foes; 

*  That  soul,  tho'  all  hell  should  endeavour  to  shake, 

*  ni  never,  no  never,  no  never  forsake  ."♦ 

HYMN  80.     C.  M.      Cowper. 

Walking  with  Chd.     Gen.  v.  24. 

FOR  a  closer  walk  with  God, 

A  calm  and  heavenly  frame  ; 

A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  ! 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  } 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus,  and  his  word  ? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  then  enjoy'd  ! 

How  sweet  their  memoi^y  still  ! 
But  now  I  find  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

*  Agreeable  to    Dr.   Doddridge' 3    Translation' of 
Heb.  xiii.  5. 


o 


8t.  THE  CtllllSTIAN. 

4  Return,  O  holy  Dove  !  return 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest  ! 
1  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And.drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne. 
And  worship  only  thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Cakn  and  serene  my  frame  ; 

So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  81.     7s. 


Redeeming  JLove. 

1  IV'OW  begin  the  heavenly  theme, 
"^       Sing  aloud  in  Jcsus's  name  ! 
Ye,  who  his  salvation  prove. 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

2  Ye,  who  see  the  Father's  grace 
Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face. 
As  to  Canaan  on  ye  move. 
Praise  and  bless  redeeming  love. 

3  Mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears  ; 
Banish  all  your  guilty  fears  ; 

See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove, 
tJancell'd  by  redeeming  love. 
86         ^  ^ 


THE  CHRISTIAN.  .  S% 

4  Ye,  alas  !  who  long  have  been 
Willing  slaves  to  death  and  sin, 
Now  from  bliss  no  longer  rove, 
Stop  and  taste  redeeming  love. 

6  Welcome  all,  by  sin  opprest, 
Welcome  to  his  sacred  rest  ; 
Nothing  brought  him  from  above, 
Nothing  but  redeeming  love. 

6  When  his  spirit  leads  us  home, 
When  we  to  his  glory  come, 
We  shall  all  the  fulness  prove 
Of  our  Lord's  redeeming  love. 

7  He  subdu'd  th'  infernal  powers  ; 
Those  tremendous  foes  of  ours 
From  their  cursed  empire  drove- 
Mighty  in  redeeming  love. 

8  Hither,  then,  your  music  bring. 
Strike  aloud  each  cheerful  string  ; 
Mortals,  join  the  host  above. 
Join  to  praise  redeeming  love. 

HYMN  82.     L.  M.     Dr.  Doddndge. 

The  Effects  of  the  Fall  lamented,  Ps.  cxix. 

136,  158. 

1     /i  RISE,  my  tenderest  thoughts,  arise  ; 

To  torrents  melt  my  streaming  eyes  ; 

And  thou,  my  heart,  with  anguish  feel 

Those  evils  which  thou  canst  not  heal. 

.87 


83. THE  CHRISTIAN. 

2  Sec  human  nature  sunk  in  shame  ; 
See  scandals  pour'd  on  Jesus'  name  ; 
The  Father  wounded  thro'  the  Son  ; 
The  world  abus'd  ;  the  soul  undone. 

3  See  the  short  course  of  vain  delight 
Closing  in  everlasting  night — 

In  flames,  that  no  abatement  know, 
Tho'  briny  tears  for  ever  flow. 

4  My  God,  I  feel  the  mournful  scen^,  , 
My  bowels  yearn  o'er  dying  men  ; 
And  fain  my  pity  would  reclaim 

And  snatch  the  firebrands  from  the  flame. 

5  But  feeble  my  compassion  proves, 
And  can  but  weep  where  most  it  loves  ; 
Thy  own  all-saving  arm  employ, 

And  turn  these  drops  of  grief  to  joy. 

HYMN  83.     C.  ]M.     Coxvper. 

The  Mysteries,  of  Providence  ;  or.  Light  shinr 

ing  out  of  Darkness. 
1   fJJ-OD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 
^^    His  wonders  to  perform  ; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

S  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 
Of  never-failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 
And  works  his  sov'reign  wilh 


I 


ittB  cnmsTiAN.  84. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take, 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread, 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace  ; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence, 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast 

Unfolding  every  hour  ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste. 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  his  work  in  vain  ; 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 

HYMN  84.     C.  M.     Addison. 

The  Traveller's  Psalm. 

1  IXOW  are  thy  servants  bless'd,  O  Lord^ 

How  sure  is  their  defence  ! 
Eternal  wisdom  is  their  guide. 
Their  help  omnipotence. 

2  In  foreign  realms,  and  lands  remote, 

Supported  by  thy  care. 
Thro'  burning  climes  they  pass  unhurt, 
And  breathe  in  tainted  air. 

89 


85. THE  CHRISTIAN. 

3  When  by  the  dreadful  tempest  borne 

High  on  the  broken  wave, 
They  know  thou  art  not  slow  to  hear, 
Nor  impotent  to  save. 

4  The  storm  is  laid,  the  winds  retire, 

Obedient  to  thy  will ; 
The  sea,  that  roars  at  thy  command, 
At  thy  command  is  still. 

5  In  midst  of  dangers,  fears,  and  deaths, 
*   Thy  goodness  we'll  adore  ; 

We'll  praise  thee  for  thy  mercies  past, 
And  humbly  hope  for  more. 

6  Our  life,  while  thou  preserv'st  that  life, 

Thy  sacrifice  shall  be  : 
And  death,  when  death  shall  be  our  lot"^, 
Shall  join  our  souls  to  thee. 

HYMN  85.     C.  M.      Williams. 

Devotion. 

1  TyHILST   thee    I    seek,     protecting 

Be  my  vain  wishes  still'd  ;  [Power  ! 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 
With  better  hopes  be  fiU'd. 

2  Thy  love  the  power  of  tho't  bestow'd, 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar  : 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flow'd  j 
That  mercy  I  adore.  ' 


THE  CHRISTIAN.  86. 

3  in  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  ! 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  most  dear, 
Because  conferr'd  by  thee. 

4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise. 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

6'  When  gladness  wings  my  favour'd  hour, 
Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill  ; 
Resign'd,  when  storms  of  sorrow  low'r. 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 

6  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 
The  gathering  storm  shall  see 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear  ; 
That  heart  will  rest  on  thee. 

HYMN  86.     L.|M.     Brewer'. 

Hiding-Place.     Isaiah  xxxii.  2. 
J    IIIAIL,  sov'reign  love,  that  first  begajL 
The  scheme  to  rescue  fallen  man  ! 
Hail,  matchless,  free,  eternal,  grace. 
That  gave  my  soul  an  hiding-place, 

2  Against  the  God  that  rules  the  sky 
I  fought  with  hand  uplifted  high  ; 
Despis'd  his  rich,  abounding  grace. 
Too  proud  to  seek  an  hiding-place. 


86.  THE  CHRISTIAJf 


3  [Enwrapt  in  thick  Egyptian  night, 
And  fond  of  darkness  more  than  light, 
Madly  I  ran  the  sinful  race, 

Secure  without  an  hiding-place.] 

4  But  thus  th'  eternal  counsel  ran, 

"  Almighty  love  arrest  that  man  ;" 
I  felt  the  arrows  of  distress, 
And  found  I  had  no  hiding-place. 

5  Indignant  justice  stood  in  view, 
To  Sinai's  fi'ry  mount  I  flew  ; 

But  justice  cry'd,  with  frowning  face, 
"  This  mountain  is  no  hiding-place.'' 

6  Ere  long  a  heav'nly  voice  I  heard, 
And  mercy's  angel-form  appcar'd  ; 
She  led  me  on  with  gentle  pace, 
To  Jesus,  as  my  hiding-place. 

7  On  him  Almighty  vengeance  fell. 
That  must  have  sunk  a  world  to  heJl ; 
He  bore  it  for  the  chosen  race. 
And  thus  became  their  hiding-place. 

8  Should  storms  of  thund'ring  vengeance 

roll. 
And  shake  the  globe  from  pole  to  pole, 
No  flaming  bolt  shall  daunt  my  face, 
For  Jesus  is  my  hiding-place. 

9  A  few  more  rolling  suns  at  most 
Will  land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  coast ; 

92 


CHRIST,  HIS  BIRTH  AND  LIFE.  87. 

Where  I  shall  sing  the  song  of  grace, 
And  see  my  glorious  hiding-place. 


CHRIST,  HIS  BIRTH  AND  LIFE. 


HV^MN  87.     C.  M.      Slennett. 

Mercy  and  Truth  tmited.     Psalm  Ixxxv.  10. 

1  Xl/'HEN  first   the    God  of  boundless 

Disclos'd  his  kind  design,       [grace 
To  rescue  our  apostate  race 
From  mis'ry,  shame,  and  sin. 

2  Quick  thro'  the  realms  of  light  and  bliss, 

The  joyful  tidings  ran  ; 
Each  heart  exulted  at  the  news, 
That  God  would  dwell  with  man. 

S  Yet  'midst  their  joys  they  paus'd  awhile, 
And  ask'd,  with  strange  surprise, 
"  But  how  can  injur'd  justice  smile, 
"  Or  look  with  pitying  eyes  ?" 

4  The  Son  of  God  attentive  heard, 

And  quickly  thus  reply'd — 
"  In  me  let  mercy  be  rever'd, 
"And justice  satlsfy'd. 

5  "  Behold  !  my  vital  blood  I  pour, 

*  A  sacrifice  to  God  ; 


88. 

**  Let  angry  justice  now  no  more  ^ 

"Demand  the  sinner's  blood."  ' 

6  He  spake,  and  heav'n's  high  arches  rung,  j 

With  shouts  of  loud  applause  ;  i 

He  di'd,"  the  friendly  angels  sung,  j 
Nor  cease  their  rapt'rous  joys. 

.  HYMN  88.     L.  M.     Medley.  ] 

Loving-kimlness .      Isaiah  Ixiii.    7.    Psalm  \ 

Ixiii.  3.  j 

1  A  WAKE,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays,  ] 

And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise;  i 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me, 
His  loving-kindness,  O  how  free  ! 

2  He  saw  me  ruin'd  by  the  fall,  ■ 
Yet  lov'd  me  notwithstanding  all  ;  j 
He  sav'd  me  from  my  lost  estate,  ' 
His  loving-kindness,  O  how  great ! 

3  Tho'  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes,  i 
Tho'  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose  : 

He  safely  leads  my  soul  along,  ^ 

His  loving-kindness,  O  how  strong  '.  J 

4  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud ,  j 
Has  gather'd  thick  and  thunder'd  loud,  | 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood,  j 
His  loving-kindness,  O  how  good  !  j 

p  Often  1  feel  my  sinful  heart 

'    prone  from  my  Jesus  to  depart ; 

04 


1 


CHRIST,  HIS  BIRTH  AND  LIFE.           89.  i 

But  tho'  I  have  him  oft  forgot,  1 
His  loving-kindness  changes  not. 

.1 

6  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale —  ; 
Soon  all  my  mortal  pow'rs  must  fail  ;  j 
O  may  my  last  expiring  breath  ^ 
His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death  !  i 

7  Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away  i 
•     To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day  ;  j 

And  sing,  with  rapture  and  surprise,  ] 

His  loving-kindness  in  the  skies.  j 

HYMN  89.     P.  M    Heher.  \ 

1  XT  AIL  !  thou  blest  morn,  Avhen  the  great  Mediator  "■ 

M.m.  Down  from  tlie  regions  of  glory  descends  ;  ! 
Shepherds,  go  worship  the  babe  in  the  manger, 

Lo,  for  his  guard  the  bright  angels  attend.  ] 
Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning, 

Shine  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thine  aid  ;  J 

Star  in  the  east,  the"  horizon  adorning,  1 

Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid.  i 


2  Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dew  drops  are  shining,  1 

Low  lies  his  bed  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall  j  i 

Angels  adore  him  in  slumber  reclining,  i 

Maker,  and  Monarch  and  Saviour  of  all !  ' 
Brightest  and  best,  &c. 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devoticwi,  \ 

Odours  of  Edom,  and  off 'rings  divine,  ; 

Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the  ocean,  ; 

Rlyrrh  from  tlie  forest,  and  gold  from  the  mine.  j 

Brightest  and  bist,  &c  i 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation,  j 

Vainly  with  gold  would  hisfevour  secure  ;  \ 

85 


90.  CHRIST,  HIS  BIRTH  AND  LIFE« 

Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration, 

Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 
Brightest  and  best,  &c. 


HYMN  90.    H.  M. 


H 


'ARK  !  hark  ! — ^the  notes  of  joy 

Roll  o'er  the  heav'nly  plains, 
And  seraphs  find  employ 
For  their  sublimest  strains  ; 
Some  new  delight  in  heav'n  is  known  ; 
Loud  sing  the  harps  around  the  throne. 

Hark  !  hark  ! — the  sounds  draw  nigh, 

The  joyful  hosts  descend  ; 

Jesus  forsakes  the  sky, 

To  earth  his  footsteps  bend  ; 
He  comes  to  bless  our  fallen  race  ; 
He  comes  with  messages  of  grace. 

Bear,  bear  the  tidings  round  ; 

Let  every  mortal  know 

What  love  in  God  is  found. 

What  pity  he  can  show  ; 
Ye  winds  that  blow,  ye  waves  that  roll. 
Bear  the  glad  news  from  pole  to  pole. 

Strike,  strike  the  harps  again, 

To  great  Immanucl's  name  j 

Arise,  ye  sons  of  men. 

And  all  his  grace  proclaim  ; 
Angels  and  men,  wake  ev'ry  string, 
*Tis  God,  the  Saviour^s  praise  wo  sinsr. 
86 


CHRIST,  HIS  BIRTH  AND  LIFE.  91. 

HYMN  91.     7,  6s.     Monlgomer-y. 
XT  AIL  to  the  Lord's  anointed  ! 
Great  David's  greater  Son  ; 
Hail  in  the  time  appointed, 

His  reign  on  earth  begaa  ! 
He  comes  to  break  oppression, 

To  set  the  captive  free  ; 
To  take  away  transgression, 
And  rule  in  equity. 

2  He  comes,  with  succour  speedy 

To  those  who  suffer  wrong  ; 
To  help  the  poor  and  needy. 

And  bid  the  weak  be  strong  j 
To  give  them  songs  for  sighing, 

Their  darkness  turn  to  light, 
Whose  souls  condemn'd  and  dying, 

Were  precioys  in  his^^J§.   . 

3  He  shall  come  down,  -like  showers 

Upon  the  fruitful  earth, 
And  love  and  joy,  like  flov/ers, 

Spring  in  his  path  to  birth  : 
Before  him,  on  the  mountains, 

Shall  peace  the  herald  go, 
And  righteousness  in  fountains 
I  From  hill  to  valley  flow. 

14  For  Him  shall  pray'r  unceasing, 

I  And  daily  vows  ascend  ; 

I  His  k'ngdcm  still  increasing, 

w  A  kingdom  without  end  : 


92.  CHRIST,  HIS  BIRTH  AND  LIFE. 

The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove  ; 
His  name  shall  stand  for  ever 

That  name  to  us  is — Love 

HYMN  92.     C.  M.  Medley. 

His  nativity. 

1  Ti/rORTALS,  awake,  with  angels  join, 

And  chant  the  solemn  lay  : 
Joy,  love,  and  gratitude,  combine 
To  hail  the  auspicious  day. 

2  In  heaven  the  rapt'rous  song  began, 

And  sweet  seraphic  fire 
Through  all  the  shining  legions  ran, 
And  strung  and  tunM  the  lyre. 

3  Swift,  throu^  the  vast  expanse,  it  flew, 

And  loud  the  echo  roU'd  ; 
The  theme,  thp  song,  the  joy  was  new,  , 
'Twas  jnore  than  heaven  could  hold. 

4  Down  through  the  portals  of  the  sky 

Th'  impetuous  torrent  ranj^ 
And  angels  flew  with  eager  joy, 
To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

5  Hark  !  the  cherubic  armies  shout, 

And  glory  leads  the  song  ; 
Good-will  and  peace  are  heard  thro'out 
Th'  harmonious  heavenly  throng. 
93 


HYMN  93.     7s. 

f.   XT  ARK  ! — the  herald  angels  sing, 
"  Glory  to  the  new-born  King  ! 
Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, 
God  and  sinners  reconcil'd." 

2  Mild,  he  lays  his  glory  by  ; 

Born,  that  man  no  more  may  die  ; 
Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rise, 
Join  the  triumph  of  the  skies. 

5  *'  Glory  to  the  new-born  King" — 
Let  us  all  the  anthem  sing — 
"  Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, 
God  and  ,sianers  reconcil'd."     [ilepeaf.] 

HYMN  94.     L.    M. 

Miracles  at  the  birth  of  Christ, 

1  l^I^HE  King  of  glory  sends  his  Son 

To  make  his  entrance  on  this  earth  ; 
Behold  the  midnight  bright  as  noon, 
And  heavenly  hosts  declare  his  birth 

2  About  the  young  Redeemer's  head, 
What  wonders  and  what  glories  meet 
An  unknown  star  arose,  and  led 
The  eastern  sages  to  his  feet. 

5  Simeon  and  Anna  both  conspire 
The  infant  Seviour  to  proclaim  ; 

99 


95. 

Inward  they  felt  the  sacred  fire, 
Andbless'd  theBabe,  and  own'd  his  name. 

4  Let  Jews  and  Greeks  blaspheme  aloud. 
And  treat  the  holy  Child  with  scorn  ; 
Our  souls  adore  th'  eternal  God, 

Who  condescended  to  be  born. 

HYMN  95.     S.  M.     Ryland. 

The  birth  of  Christ     Heb.  ii.  16 

1  "VTE  saints,  proclaim  abroad 

The  honours  of  your  king  ; 
To  Jesus,  your  incarnate  God, 
Your  songs  of  praises  sing. 

2  Not  angels  round  the  throne 
Of  inajesty  above, 

Are  half  so  much  o-blig'd  as  we. 
To  our  Immanuel's  love. 

3  They  never  sunk  so  low, 
They  are  not.  rais'd  so  high  ; 

They  never  knew  such  depths  of  woe, 
Such  heights  of  majesty. 

[4      Less  favor'd  were  the  pow'rs. 
Who  in  his  image  stood  ; 
Their  crowns  are  cheaper  far  than  ourft 
Nor  cost  the  Lamb  his  blood.] 

5  The  Saviour  did  not  join 
Their  nature  to  his  own  ; 

106 


CHRIST,  HIS  BIIlTFr  AND  LIFE.  96. 


For  them  he  shed  no  blood  divine, 
Nor  brcath'd  a  single  groan. 

May  wc  with  angcls'^^ie, 
The  Saviour  to  adore  ; 
Our  dcl)ts  are  greater  far  than  theirs, 
O  be  our  praises  more  ! 

HYMN  96.     L.  INI.     jyeedham, 

Messiah. Gen.  xlix.  lO.Dan.  ix.  26.Hag.  ii.  9. 

1  I^LORY  to  God,  who  reigns  above, 

Wiio  dwells  in  light,  whose  name  is 
Vc  saints  and  angels,  if  ye  can,  [love  ; 
Declare  the  love  of  God  to  man  ! 

2  O,  what  can  more  his  love  commend, 
Than  his  dear  only  Son  to  send  ; 

That  man,  condemn'd  to  die,  might  live, 
And  God  be  glorious  to  forgive  ! 

3  We  see  the  prophecies  fulfill'd 

In  Jesus,  the  most  wond'rous  child  : 
Flis  birtli,  his  life,  his  death,  combine 
To  prove  his  character  divine. 

4  J.csus,  thy  gospel  firmly  stands, 

A  blessing  to  these  favoured  lands  ; 
No  infidel  shall  be  our  dread, 
Since  thou  art  risen  from  the  dead. 

101 


07.  CHRIST,  HIS  BIRTH  AND  LIFE. 

HVMN  97.  L.  M.     Medley. 

JMoming-Stqr.     Rev.  xxii.  16. 

1  ¥N  glory  bright  the  Saviour  reigns, 

And  endless  grandeur  there  sustains 
We  view  his  beams,  and  from  afar 
Hail  him  the  bright,  the  IMorning-star 

2  Blest  Star  !  where'er  his  lustre  shines, 
He  all  the  soul  witii  grace  refines  ; 
And  makes  each  happy  saint  declare, 
He  is  the  bright,  the  JMorning-star. 

3  Sweet  Star  !  his  influence  is  divine  ; 
Life,  peace,  and  joy,  attending  shine  ; 
Death,  hell,  and  sin,  before  him  flee  : 
The  bright,  the  JMorning-star  is  ho. 

4  Great  Star  !  in  whom  salvation  dwells. 
His  beam  the  thickest  cloud  dispels  ; 
The  grossest  darkness  flies  afar, 
Before  this  bright,  this  JMorning-star. 

5  IMost  glorious  Star  !  be  thou  our  guide, 
Nor  from  our  souls  thy  splendor  hide  ; 
Let  nothing  thy  sweet  beams  debar, 
Thou  only  bright  and  JMcrning-star. 

6  Eternal  Star  !  our  songs  shall  rise,"* 
When  we  shall  meet  thee  in  the  skies  ; 
And,  in  elcrnal  anthems,  there 

Praise  thee,  the  bright,  the  IMorning-slar. 


CHRIST,  HIS  BIRTH  AND  LIFE.  ^. 

HV3IN  98.     C.  INI.    Steele. 

Praise  to  the  Redeemer.   1  Pet.  iii.  18. 

1  npo  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name 

Awake  the  sacred  song  ! 

O  may  his  love,  (immortal  flame,) 

Tunc  cv'ry  heart  and  tongue. 

Q  His  love,  what  mortal  thought  can  reach? 
Wiiat  mortal  tongue  display  ? 
Imagination's  utmost  stretch 

In  wonder  dies  away.  ^ 

3  He  led  his  radiant  throne  on  high — 

Left  the  brigiit  realms  of  bliss. 
And  came  to  earth  to  bleed  and  die  ! 
Was  ever  love  like  this  ? 

4  He  took  the  dying  traitor's  place. 

And  sufler'd  in  his  stead  ; 
For  man,  (O  miracle  of  grace  !) 
For  man  the  Saviour  bled  ! 

5  Dear  Lor(f,  what  heav'nly  wonders  dwell 

In  thy  atoning  blood  ! 
By  this  arc  sinners  snatch'd  from  hell, 
And  rebels  brought  to  God. 

6  O  may  the  sweet,  the  blissful  theme, 

Fill  ev'ry  heart  and  tongue  ; 
'Till  strangers  love  thy  charming  name,  ^ 
And  join  the  sacred  song. 

103 


99,  100.    CHRIST,  KIS  BIRTH  AND  LIFE. 

HYMN  99.  L.  M. 

The  example  of  Christ. 

1  IVTY  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord, 

I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word  : 
But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears, 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  thy  truth  and  such  thy  zeal, 
Such  deference  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love,  and  meekness  so  divine, 

I  would  transcribe,  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains,  and  the  midnight  air, 
Witness'd  the  fervour  of  thy  prayer  ; 
The  desert  thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict,  and  thy  victory  too, 

4  Be  thou  my  pattern  ;  make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here  ; 
Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my  name, 
Among  the  followers  of  the  Lamb  . 

HYMN  100.     8s.     jYewtm. 

Matt.  xxii.  42.  John  xx.  28. 
]  "T?yiUT  think  ye  of  Christ?"  is  the  test, 
^       To  try  both  your  state  and  your 
You  cannot  be  right  in  the  rest,  [scheme; 

Unless  you  think  rightly  of  him  * 
As  Jesus  appears  in  your  view, 
As  he  is  beloved  or  not  ; 
104 


CHRIST,  HIS  BIRTH  AND  LIFE.  101, 


So  God  is  disposed  to  you, 

And  mercy  or  wrath  is  your  lot. 

Some  call  him  a  Saviour  in  word , 

But  mix  their  own  works  with  the  plan; 
A.nd  hope  he  his  help  will  afford. 

When  tliey  have  done  all  that  they  can  : 
If  doings  prove  rather  too  light — 

A  little  they  own  they  may  fail — 
They  purpose  to  make  up  full  weight, 

By  casting  his  name  in  the  scale. 

Some  take'  him  a  creature  to  be — 

A  man,  or  an  angel  at  most  ; 
Sure  these  have  no  feelings  like  me, 

JN'or  know    themselves   wretched   and 
So  guilty — so  helpless  am  I,  [lost  ; 

I  could  not  confide  in  his  blood, 
Nor  on  his  redemption  rely. 

Unless  I  could  call  him  "My  God." 

HYMN  101.     C.  M.     Steele. 
Saviour.     John  iv.  42. 
npHE  Saviour  !  oh,  what  endless  charms 

Dwell  in  the  blissful  sound  ! 
Its  influence  every  fear  disarms. 
And  spreads  sweet  peace  around. 

Here  pardon,  life,  and  joys  divine, 

In  rich  effusion  flow. 
For  guilty  rebels  lost  in  sin, 

^nd  doom'd  to  endless  wo. 

E  2  105 


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102.          CHRIST,  HIS  BIRTH  AND  LIFE.  | 

3  Oh,  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine,  j 

Of  bHss,  a  boundless  store  !  l 
Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  thee  mine  ; 

I  cannot  wish  for  more.  i 

4  On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies  \ 

Beneath  thy  cross  I  fall  ;  ; 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  sacrifice, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  all. 

HYMN  102.     C.  M.     Cennick.  j 

Melchisedec .  Heb .  v.  6 . 

1  rpHOU  dear  Redeemer — dying  Lamb!  j 

I  love  to  hear  of  thee  ;  I 
No  music's  like  thy  charming  name, 

Nor  half  so  sweet  can  be.              Hal.  | 

2  O  may  I  ever  hear  thy  voice  ! 

In  mercy  to  me  speak  ;  ; 
And  in  my  priest  will  I  rejoice, 

Thou  great  Melchisedec.  j 

3  My  Jesus  shall  be  still  my  theme,  ' 

While  on  this  earth  I  stay  ;  i 

I'll  sing  my  Jesu's  lovely  name,  ;;i 
When  all  things  else  decay. 

4  \Vhen  I  appear  in  yonder  cloud,  j 

With  all  his  favor'd  throng  ;  j 

Then  will  I  sing  more  sweet,  more  loud,  I 

And  Christ  shall  be  my  song.       Hal.  ;! 

106  j! 


CHRIST^  ins  BIRTH  AND  LIFE.  !03. 

HYMN    103.    C.   M.    Steele.        " 

Pearl  of  great  Pnce.     Matt.  xiii.  46. 

1  XTE  glittering  toys  of  earth,  adieu, 

A  nobler  choice  be  mine  ; 
A  real  prize  attracts  my  view — 
A  treasure  all  divine. 

2  Be  gone,  unworthy  of  my  cares, 

Ye  specious  bates  of  sense  ; 
Inestimable  worth  appears, 
The  pearl  of  price  immense  ! 

3  [Jesus,  to  multitudes  unknown— 

O  name  divinely  sweet  ! 
Jesus,  in  thee,  in  thee  alone, 

Wealth,  honour,  pleasure,  meet.] 

4  Should  both  the  Indies,  at  my  call, 

Their  boasted  stores  resign. 
With  joy  I  would  renounce  them  all. 
For  leave  to  call  thee  mine. 

5  Should  earth's  vain  treasures  all  depart; 

Of  this  dear  gift  possest, 
I'd  clasp  it  to  my  joyful  heart, 
And  be  forever  blest. 

6  Deai*  Sov'reign  of  my  soul's  desires, 

Thy  love  is  bliss  divine  ; 
Accept  the  praise  that  grace  inspires. 
Since  I  can  call  thee  mine  ! 

107 


104,   105.   CHRIST,  HIS  BIRTH  AND  LIFE. 

HYMN  104.  C.  INI.  Topiadifs  CoTledion. 

Efficacious  Grace,  Psalm  xlv.  3,  5. 

1  "tJAIL  !  mighty  Jesus  !  liow  divine 

Is  thy  victorious  sword  ! 
The  stoutest  rebel  must  resign 
At  thy  commanding  word. 

2  Deep  are  the  wounds  thine  arrows  give, 

They  pierce  the  hardest  heart  ; 
Thy  smiles  of  grace  the  slain  revive, 
And  joy  succeeds  to  smart. 

3  Still  gird  thy  sword  upon  thy  thigh  ; 

Ride  with  majestic  sway  : 
Go  forth,  sweet  prince,  triumphantly. 
And  make  thy  foes  obey. 

4  And  when  thy  victories  are  complete, 

When  all  the  chosen  race 
Shall,  round  the  throne  of  glory,  meet 
To  sing  thy  conquering  grace  ; 

5  O  may  my  humble  soul  be  found 

Among  that  favour'd  band  ! 
And  I,  with  them,  thy  praise  will  sound 
Throughout  Immanuel's  land. 

HYMN  105.     L.  M. 
Tlie  Conversion  of  Zaccheus yljuke  XIX.  I -10, 
1   /^NCE,  as  the  Saviour  pass'd  along, 
Zaccheus  fain  the  Lord  would  see : 
log 


CHRIST,  HIS  BIRTH  AND   LIFE.  105 

Of  stature  small,  to  'scape  the  throng, 
He  rail  before  and  climb'd  a  tree. 

^  As  the  omniscient  Lord  drew  nigh, 
Upward  he  look'd  and  saw  him  there  ; 
'  Zaccheus,  hasten  down,  for  I 
'  Must  be  thy  guest  to-day  ;  prepare. 

5  ^  To  day,'  the  pardoning  Saviour  cries, 

*  Salvation  to  thy  house  is  come, 

^  On  wings  of  sov'reign  love  it  flies  ; 

*  Go,  tell  the  blissful  news  at  home.' 

4  Lord,  look  on  souls  that  gaze  around  : 
To  every  listening  sinner  speak  ; 
Now  may  thine  ancient  love  abound  ; 
From  every  seat  a  captive  take. 

5  Sinners,  make  haste  our  God  to  meet  ; 
Come  to  the  feast  his  love  prepares  ; 

^  The  lost  are  sought   and  sav'd,' — how 

sweet  ! 
And  '  not  the  righteous.'  Christ  declares. 

6  Say,  what  are  you  come  out  to  view,   • 
Jesus  who  once  for  sinners  died  .'' 

O  hear  the  Saviour's  voice  to  you, 
'  Cast  sinful,  righteous  self  aside.' 

109 


106.  LIFE  AND  DEATH  OF  CHRIST. 


LIFE  AND  DEATH  OF  CHRIST. 


HYMN  106      L.  M.     Dr.  S.  Stennett. 

Praise  to  God  for  renewing  Grace. 

1  T^O  God  my  Saviour  and  my  King, 

Fain  would  my  soul  her  tribute  bring  : 
Join  me,  ye  saints,  in  songs  of  praise, 
For  ye  have  known  and  felt  his  grace. 

2  Wretched  and  helpless  once  I  lay, 
Just  breathing  all  my  life  away  ; 
He  saw  me  welt'ring  in  my  blood, 
And  felt  the  pity  of  a  God  : 

3  With  speed  he  flew  to  my  relief, 
Bouna  up    my  wounds,  and   sooth'd  my 
Pour'd  joy  divine  into  my  heart,  [grief; 
And  bade  each  anxious  fear  depart. 

4  These  proofs  of  love,  my  dearest  Lord  ! 
Deep  in  my  breast  I  will  record  : 

The  life,  which  I  from  thee  receive, 
To  thee,  behold,  I  freely  give. 

6  My   heart   and   tongue   shall   tune   thy 
Thro'  the  remainder  of  my  days:  [praise, 
And,  when  I  join  the  powers  above, 
My  soul  shall  better  sing  thy  love. 
110 


LIFE   AM)    DF.ATH   OF  CHRIST.    107,    lOS. 


HVININ    107.     J>.  IM.     Collijer. 

Tramfi'yural'wn.     T.iikc  ix.  28 — 31. 

1  i\^  Tabor's  top  the  Saviour  stands, 

His  altcrM  face  resplendent  shines  ; 
And,  while  he  elevates  liis  hands, 
Lo  !  glory  marks  its  gentle  lines  ! 

2  Two  heavenly  forms  descend  to  wait 

Upon  tiieir  suflcring  Prince  beloyv  ; 
But  while  tiiey  worship  at  his  feet. 
They  talk  of  fast  approaching  wo. 

3  Amid  the  lustre  of  the  scene. 

To  Calvary  he  turns  his  eyes  ; 
And,  with  submission,  all  serene, 
He  marks  the  future  tempest  rise. 

4  Thrn  let  us  climb  the  mount  of  prayer. 

Where  all  his  beaming  glories  shine  ; 
And,  gazing  on  his  brightness  there, 
Our  woes  forget  in  joys  divine, 

5  Oh   that  on  yonder  heavenly  hills. 

Where  now  the  risen  Saviour  stands, 
And  peace,  like  softest  dew,  distils — 
I  too  may  elevate  my  hands. 

HYMN  103.     C.  IM.     Cowper. 
Founlahi.  Zuch.  xiii.  I . 
1   npHERE  is  a  fouutaiu  fillM  with  blood, 
Drawn  from  lifimanucPs  veiag  ; 


]09.  LIFE  AND   DEATH  OF   CHRIST. 

And  sinners,  plung'd  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stain°. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoic'd  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 
And  there  may  I,  as  vile  as  he 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransom'd  church  of  God 
Be  sav'd  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream, 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be — till  I  die. 

5  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  thy  pow'r  to  save  ;       [tongue 
When   this    poor,    lisping,     stamm'ring 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

H^MN  109.     S.  M.      IVatls, 

Lamb  of  God.  John  i.  29. 

1  mOT  all  the  blood  of  beasts, 

On  Jewish  altars  slain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace, 
Or  wash  {»way  the  stain. 

2  But  Christ  the  heavenly  Lamb,. 

Takes  all  our  sins  away  : 
112 


LIFE  AND  DEATH  OF  CHRIST.  110. 

A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name, 
And  richer  blood  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

On  that  dear  head  of  thine — 
While  like  a  penitent  I  stand, 
And  there  confess  my  sin. 

4  My  soul  looks  back  to  see 

The  burdens  thou  didst  bear, 
When  hanging  on  the  cursed  tree. 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove  ; 
We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  sing  his  bleeding  love. 

HYMN  110.     L.  M. 
Behold  I  stand  at  the  door.     Rev.  iii.  20. 

1  "EJEHOLD  a  stranger  at  the  door  ! 

He  gently  knocks,  has  knock'd  be- 
Hath  waited  long — is  waiting  still ;  [fore 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  Oh,  lovely  attitude,  he  stands 

With  melting  heart  and  loaded  hands  ! 
Oh,  matchless  kindness  !  and  he  shows  ' 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes  I 

3  But  will  he  prove  a  friend  indeed  ? 
He  will  ;  the  very  friend  you  need  ; 

lis 


111.  LIFE  AND  DEATH  OF  CHRIST. 

The  friend  of  sinners — yes,  'tis  He, 
With  garments  dj'd  on  Calvary. 

4  Rise,  touch'd  with  gratitude  divine  ; 
Turn  out  his  enemy  and  thine, 
That  soul-destroying  monster  sin, 
And  let  the  heavenly  stranger  in. 

5  Admit  him,  ere  his  anger  burn, 
His  feet  departed  ne'er  return  ; 
Admit  him,  or  the  hour's  at  hand. 
You'll  at  his  door  rejected  stand. 

HYMN  111.     C.  M. 

1  A  MAZING  sight,  the  Saviour  stands 

And  knocks  at  every  door  ! 
Ton  thousand  blessings  in  his  hands 
To  satisfy  the  poor. 

2  "  Behold,"  he  saith,  "  I  bleed  and  die 

To  bring  you  to  my  rest  : — 
Hear,  sinners,  while  I'm  passing  by, 
And  be  for  ever  blest. 

3  "  Will  you  despise  my  bleeding  love, 

And  choose  the  way  to  hell  } 
Or  in  the  glorious  realms  above, 
With  me  for  ev«r  dwell  ? 

4  *'  Not  to  condemn  your  wretched  race 

Have  I  in  judgment  come  ; 
But  to  display  unbounded  grace. 
And  bring  lost  sinners  home. 


LIFE  AND   DEATH  OF  CHRIST.  112. 


5  *'  Will  you  go  down  to  endless  night, 

And  bear  eternal  pain  ? 
Or  in  the  glorious  realms  of  light 
With  me  for  ever  reign  ? 

6  "  Say-  will  you  hear  my  gracious  voice 

And  have  your  sins  forgiven  ? 
Or  will  you  make  that  wretched  choice, 
And  bar  yourselves  from  heaven  ?'' 

HYMN  112.    C.  M.    Steele, 

1  A  ND  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend 

To  visit  sinful  worms  ? 
Thus  at  the  door  shall  mercy  stand 
In  all  her  winning  forms  r 

2  Surprising  grace  ! — and  shall  my  heart 

Unmov'd  and  cold  remain  .'' 
Has  this  hard  rock  no  tender  part  ? 
Must  mercy  plead  in  vain  ? 


3  Shall  Jesus  for  admission  sue — 

His  charming  voice  unheard  } 
And  this  vile  heart,  his  rightful  due, 
Remain  for  ever  barr'd  ? 

4  'Tis  sin,  alas  with  tyrant  powV, 

The  lodging  has  possest  ; 
And  crowds  of  traitors  bar  the  door 
Against  the  heavenly  guest. 

115 


113.  tIFE  AND  DEATH  OF  CHRIST. 

5  Ye  dang'rous  inmates,  hence  depart ; 
Dear  Saviour,  enter  in. 
And  guard  the  passage  to  my  heart, 
And  keep  out  every  sin. 


HYMN  113.     Co2vper.' 

1  TW'OW  is  the  time,  th'  accepted  hour, 

O  sinners,  come  away  ; 
The  Saviour's  knocking  at  your  door, 
Arise  without  delay. 

2  Oh  !  don't  refuse  to  give  him  room, 

Lest  mercy  should  withdraw  ; 
He'll  then  in  robes  of  vengeance  come, 
To  execute  his  law. 

3  Then  where,  poor  mortals,  will  you  be, 

If  destitute  of  grace, 
When  you  your  injur'd  Judge  shall  see. 
And  stand  before  his  face. 

4  Oh  !  could  you  shun  that  dreadful  sight. 

How  would  you  wish  to  fly 
To  the  dark  shades  of  endless  night 
From  that  all-searching  eye  .'' 

6  The  dead  awak'd  must  all  appear. 
And  you  among  them  stand. 
Before  the  great  impartial  bar, 
Arraigned  at  Christ's  right  hand 
116 


^^        MFE  AND  DEATH  OP  CttRIST.   114,   ll5. 

6  Let  not  those  warnings  be  in  vain, 
But  lend  a  listening  ear  ; 
Lest  you  should  meet  them  all  again, 
When  wrapt  in  keen  despair. 

HYMN  114.     CM.     Heginbothom. 

He  beheld  the  city,  Sfc   Lake  xix.  41,  42. 

1  "  TJNH APPY  city .  hadst  thou  knowiv-i 

Then  were  thy  peace  secure  ; 
But  now  the  day  of  grace  is  gone, 
And  thy  destruction  sure." 

2  Thus  to  the  Jews  the  Saviour  calls, 

As  near  their  gates  he  stood, 
His  eyes  beheld  their  guilty  walls, 
And  wept  a  sacred  flood . 

3  And  can  mine  eyes,  without  a  tear, 

A  weeping  Saviour  see  ? 
Shall  I  not  weep  his  groans  to  hear. 
Who  groan'd  and  died  for  me  ? 

4  Blest  Jesus,  let  those  tears  of  thine 

Subdue  each  stubborn  foe  ; 
Come,  fill  my  heart  with  love  divine, 
And  bid  my  sorrows  flow. 

HYMN  115.     CM 

1  JESUS,  Redeemer  of  mankind, 
Thy  saving  power  disolay  ; 
^  117 


116.  LIFE  AND  DEATH  OF  CHRIST. 

Thy  mercy  now  may  sinners  find, 
And  know  their  gracious  day. 

2  Ah,  give  them,  Lord,  a  longer  space  j 

Nor  suddenly  consume  ;— 
But  let  them  take  the  proffer'd  grace, 
And  flee  the  wrath  to  come. 

3  Open  their  eyes  thy  cross  to  view, 

Their  ears  to  hear  thy  cries- 
Sinners,  the  Saviour  weeps  for  you. 
For  you  he  weeps  and  dies. 

4  All  the  day  long  he  meekly  stands. 

The  rebels  to  receive  ; 
And  shows  his  wounds,  and  spreads  his 
And  bids  you  turn,  and  live,      [hands, 

HYMN  116.     CM.      Steele. 

The  Saviour^s  invitation.     John  vii.  37. 

1  rpHE  Saviour  calls — let  every  ear 

Attend  the  heavenly  sound  ; 
Ye  doubting  souls,  dismiss  your  fear, 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 

2  For  ev'ry  thirsty,  longing  heart. 

Here  streams  of  bounty  flow, 
And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss  impart 
To  banish  mortal  wo. 
I 

5  Ye  sinners,  come,  'tis  mercy's  voice  , 

The  gracious  call  obey  j  "  ^' 


LIFE  AND  DEATH  OF  CHRIST.  1  tT. 

— » 

Mercy  invites  to  heav'nly  joys — 
And  can  you  yet  delay  ? 

4  Dear  Saviour,  draw  reluctant  hearts 
To  thee  let  sinners  fly, 
And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts 
And  drink,  and  never  die. 

HYMN  117.     L.  M.     H.  K.  White. 
The  Star  of  Bethlehem. 
i  "WThen  marshall'd  on  the  nightly  plain, 
The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky  ; 
One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train, 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 

2  Hark  !  hark  !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 

From  every  host,  from  every  gem  ; 
But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks, 
It  is  the  star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode. 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark, 
The  ocean  yawn'd,  and  rudely  blow'd 
The  wind  that  toss'd  my  foundering  bark. 

4  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze. 

Death-struck,  I  ceas'd  the  tide  to  stem: 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose, 
It  was  the  star  of  Bethlehem. 

5  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all, 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodidgs  cease  ; 

lid 


118,         LIFE  AND  DEATH  OF  CHRIST^ 

And  through  the  storm  and  dangers  thrall, 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

6  Now  safely  moor'd — my  perils  o'er, 
I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem  ; 
Forever  and  forevermore, 

The  star — the  star  of  Bethlehem. 

HYMN  118.     L.  M.     Watts' s  L^jrics, 
Ji  preparatot'y  thought. 

1  T^HAT  he.avenly  Man,  or  mighty  God, 

Comes  marching  downward  from 
the  skies, 
Array'd  in  garments  roll'd  in  blood, 
With  joy  and  pity  in  his  eyes  .'' 

2  The  Lord  !  the  Saviour  !  yes,  'tis  he, 
I  know  him  by  the  smiles  he  wears  ; 
The  glorious  Man,  that  died  for  me, 
Drench'd  deep  in  agonies  and  tears. 

3  Lo,  he  reveals  his  shining  breast  ; 
I  own  these  wounds,  and  I  adore  : 
liO,  he  prepares  a  royal  feast. 

Sweet  fruit  of  the  sharp  pangs  he  bore. 

4  Whence  flow  these'  favours  so  divirfS 
Lord  !  why  so  lavish  of  thy  blood  ? 
Why,  for  such  earthly  souls  as  mine, 
This  heavenly  wine,  this  sacred  food  ? 

b  'Twas  his  own  love  that  made  him  bleed, 
That  nail'd  him  to  the  cursed  tree  ; 
120  


LIFE  AND  DEATH  OF  CHRIST.    119,  120. 

'Twas  his  own  love  this  table  spread, 
For  such  unworthy  guests  as  we . 
Then  let  us  taste  the  Saviour's  love  ; 
Come,  faith,  and  feed  upon  the  Lord  ; 
With  glad  consent  our  lips  shall  move, 
And  sweet  hosannas  crown  the  board. 

HYMN119.  L.  M.    Tappan. 

Oethsemane. 

'nniS  midnight — and  on  Olive's  brow. 

The  star  is  dimm'dthat  lately  shone; 
'Tis  midnight — in  the  garden  now, 

The  suff 'ring  Saviour  prays  alone. 
'Tis  midnight — and  from  all  remov'd, 

Immanuel  wrestles  lone,  with  fears  ; 
E'en  the  disciple  that  he  lov'd 

Heeds  not  his  Master's  grief  and  tears^ 

'Tis  midnight — and  for  others'  guilt 

The  man  of  sorrows  weeps  in  blood  ; 
Yet  he  that  hath  in  anguish  knelt. 

Is  not  forsaken  by  his  God. 
'Tis  midnight — and  from  oether  plains. 

Is  borne  the  song  that  angels  know  ; 
Unheard  by  mortals  are  the  strains 

That  sweetly  soothe  the  Saviour's  wo. 

HYMN  120.    L.  M     Steele. 
A  dying  Saviour.  .   Mark.  xv.  29 — 38. 
Ctretch'd  on  the  crossjthe  Saviour  dies, 
^^  Hark  !  his  exoiring  groans  arise  !'" 
F  •  121 


121.  LIFE  AND  DEATH  OF  CHRIST 

See,  how  the  sacred  crimson  tide 
Flows  from  his  hands — his  feet — his  side ! 

2  But  life  attends  the  death-like  sound, 
And  flows  from  ev'ry  bleeding  wound  ; 
The  vital  stream,  how  free  it  flows 
To  save  and  cleanse  his  rebel  foes  ! 

3  To  suffer  in  the  traitor's  place — 
To  die  for  man — surprising  grace ! 
Yet  pass  rebellious  angels  by — 

O  why  for  man,  dear  Saviour,  why  ? 

4  And  didst  thou  bleed — for  sinners  bleed  ? 
And  could  the  sun  behold  the  deed  ? 
No  !  he  withdrew  his  sick'ning  ray. 
And  darkness  veil'd  the  mourning  day, 

5  Can  I  survey  this  scene  of  woe, 
Where  mingling  grief  and  wonder  flow  ; 
And  yet  my  heart  unmov'd  remain. 
Insensible  to  love  or  pain  ? 

6  Come,  dearest  Lord  thy  grace  impart, 
To  warm  this  cold,  this  stupid  heart, 
'Till  all  its  pow'rs  and  passions  move 
In  melting  grief  and  ardent  love. 

HYMN  121.     C.  M.    Stennett. 

Death  of  Christ.    Matt,  xxvii.  54. 

1  Y^^^^^j  amazing  sight  !  I  see 
*    Th'  incarnate  Son  of  God, 

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LIFE  AND  DEATH  OF  CHRIST.  1*22. 

Expiring  on  the  accursed  tree, 
And  welt'ring  in  his  blood. 

2  Behold  the  purple  torrents  run 

Down  from  his  hands  and  head  ! 
The  crimson  tide  puts  out  ^he  sun  *, 
His  groans  awake  the  dead. 

3  The  trembling  earth  the  darkened  sky, 

Proclaim  the  truth  aloud  ; 
And,  with  th'  amaz'd  centurion  cry, 
"This  is  the  Son  of  God  !" 

4  So  great,  so  vast  a  sacrifice 

May  well  my  hope  .evive  ; 
If  God's  own  Son  thus  bleeds  and  dies, 
The  sinner  sure  must  live. 

HYMN  122.     C.  M.     Cowper. 

CiWs/V  Suffeiings  on  the  Cross. 

1  TyHEN  Jesus  hung  upon  the  tree. 

In  agonies  and  blood, 
He,  fix'd  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

2  O  never  'till  my  latest  breath 

Can  I  forget  that  look  : 
Ho  seem'd  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Tho'  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

5  A  second  look  he  gave,  and  said, 

^  **  1  freely  all  forgive  \ 


123.  LIFE  AND  DEAFH  OF  CHRIST. 

"  This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid — 
"  I  die  that  thou  may'st  live." 

4  With  pleasing  grief  and  mournful  joy, 
My  spirit  now  is  fill'd, 
That  I  should  such  a  life  destroy, 
Yet  live  by  him  I  kill'd. 

Hi^'MN  123.     C.  M.     HmniAyrs'  Col 

ChrisVs  Suffenngs  on  the  Cross . 

1  '^T^WAs  in  an  hour  when  wrath  prevail'd, 

And  pow'rs  of  darkness  rose, 
A  sudden  groan  my  ear  assail'd, 
Expressing  dying  woes. 

2  I  turn'd,  then  wonder'd  as  I  stood. 

At  what  mine  eyes  survey'd  ! 
A  Prince  expiring  in  his  blood. 
And  on  a  cross  display 'd  !         * 

3  I  knew  him,  tho'  his  thorny  crown 

Dimm'd  his  majestic  air  ; 
Then  I  demanded,  with  a  frown, 
"  What  traitor  fix'd  him  there  ?" 

4  No  answer  to  my  voice  I  heard. 

Nor  could  discern  a  foe  ; 
.    When  lo  !  his  fainting  head  he  rear'd. 
And  spoke  in  words  of  woe — 

6  *'  Ceasej  wretch,  from  vain  enquiry  test ; 
"  My  cruel  murd'rer  see  ; 
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LIFE  AND  DEATH  OF  CHRIST.  124. 

"  Thy  sins  have  rent  my  bleeding  breast, 
<^  And  nail'd  me  to  the  tree." 

6  Trembling  I  fell,  and  kiss'd  his  wounds, 

And  wip'd  tlie  gore  away  ; 
I  saw  him  smooth  his  killing  frowns, 
And  heard  him  gently  say  j 

7  "|Rise,  let  thy  heart  its  grief  compose, 

"  Thy  Saviour  will  forgive  ; 
"  He  feels  the  burdeh  of  thy  woes, 
"  And  dies  to  bid  thee  live." 

HYMN    124.   C.  M. 

Repentance  at  the  cross. 

1  /^  IF  my  soul  was  form'd  for  wo, 

How  would  I  vent  my  sighs  ! 
Repentance  should  like  rivers  flow 
From  both  my  streaming  eyes. 

2  'Twas  for  my  sins,  my  dearest  Lord 

Hung  on  the  cursed  tree, 
And  groan'd  away  a  dying  life 
For  thee,  my  soul,  for  thee. 

3  O  !  how  I  hate  those  lusts  of  mine 

That  crucified  my  God  ! 
Those  sins  that  pierc'd  and  naiPd  his 
Fast  to  the  fatal  wood.  [flesh 

4  Yes,  my  Redeemer,  they  shall  die  ; 

IV I v  heart  has  so  decreed  ; 

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125.         LIFE  AND  DEATH  OF  CHRIST. 

'-  i 

Nor  will  I  spare  the  guilty  things  ■ 

That  made  my  Saviour  bleed. 

5  While,  with  a  melting,  broken  heart,  ■ 

My  murder'd  Lord  I  view,  J 

I'll  raise  revenge  against  my  sins,  ] 

And  slay  the  murderers  too.  i 

HYMN  125.     C.  M.  ■ 

Godly  sonvio  mising  from  the  sufferings  of     \ 
Chnst.  ■ 

1  A  LAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  !        I 

And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ^  j 

Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head  ! 

For  such  a  worm  as  I  .'* 

CHORUS.  • 

"  O  the  Lamb,  the  loving  Lamb, 

The  Lamb  on  Calvary, ;  \ 

The  Lamb  that  was  slain  and  lives  again,     1 
To  intercede  for  me." 

2  Thy  body  slain,  sweet  Jesus,  thine, 

And  bath'd  in  its  own  blood. 
While,  all  expos'd  to  wrath  divine, 

The  glorious  sufferer  stood  !  i 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done, 

He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  } 
Amazing  pity,  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 
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DEATH  AND  RESURRECTION  OF  CHRIST.  J26. 

4  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  God,  the  mighty  Maker,  died. 
For  man,  the  creature's  sin. 

5  Thus  I  might  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  his  dear  cross  appears, 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 

And  melt  mine  eyes  in  tears. 

6  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe  : 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away  ; 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 


DEATH  AND  RESURRECTION  OI 
CHRIST. 


HYMN  126.     L.  P.  M. 

1  f\  LOVE  divine,  what  hast  thou  done  ! 
^^  The  Lord  of  life  hath  di'd  for  me  ! 
The  Father's  co-eternal  Son 

Bore  all  my  sins  upon  the  tree  ; 
The  incarnate  God  for  me  hath  di'd  ; 
The  Lord,  my  love,  was  crucified. 

2  Sinners,  behold,  as  ye  pass  by. 

The  bleeding  Prince  of  life  and  peace; 

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127.  DEATH  AND  RESURRECTION  OF  CHRIST. 

Come,  sinners,  see  your  Saviour  die, 

And  say,  was  ever  grief  like  his  ? 
Come,  feel  with  me  his  blood  ai>pli'd, ' 
The  Lord,  my  love,  was  crucifi'd  : 

3  Was  crucifi'd  for  you  and  me, 

To  bring  us,  rebels,  back  to  God  ; 
Salvation  now  for  us  is  free  ; 

His  church  is  purchased  with  his  blood  j 
Pardon  and  life  flow  from  his  side  ; 
The  Lord  my  love  is  crucifi'd. 

4  Then  let  us  sit  beneath  his  cross. 

And  gladly  catch  the  healing  stream  ; 
All  things  for  him  account  but  dross, 

And  give  up  all  our  hearts  to  him  ; 
Of  nothing  sp«ak,  or  think  beside, 
The  Lord,  my  love,  was  crucifi'd. 

HYMN  127.     8,7,4s.  F, 

h  is  finished.     John  xix.  30. 
1  XT  ARK  !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy< 
Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary  ; 
See  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder — 

Shakes  the  earth  and  veils  the  sky  I       „ 

"  It  is  finish'd  !"—  ^ 

Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cry. 

*2  It  is  finish'd  ! — Oh,  what  pleasure 
13o  these  precious  words  afford  ! 
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DEATH  AND  RESURREcTIOX  OP  CHRIST.  128, 

-~rS 

Heav'nly  blessings  without  measure, 
Flow  to  us  from  Christ,  the  Lord  : 

It  is  finish'd  !— 
Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 

3  Finish'd — all  the  types  and  shadows 

Of  the  ceremonial  law  ; 
Finish'd — all  that  God  had  promis'd  ; 
Death  and  hell  no  more  shall  awe  : 

It  is  finish'd  !— 
Saints,  from  hence  your  comforts  draw. 

4  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs, 

Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme  j 
All  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven, 
Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name  : 

Hallelujah  ! 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb  ! 

HYMN  128.  P.  M 
]   rpHE  Son  of  Man  they  did  betray  ; 
He  was  condemned  and  led  away, 
Think,  O  my  soul,  on  that  dread  day  j 

Look  on  mount  Calvary, 
Behold  him  lamb-like  led  along, 
Surrounded  by  a  wicked  throng, 
Accused  by  each  lying  tongue, 
And  then  the  Lamb  of  God  they  hung^ 
Upon  the  shameful  tree. 

'Twas  thus  the  glorious  sufferer  stood, 
With  hands  and  feet  nail'd  to  the  wood  v 
f2  129      ' 


i 


i^.  DEATH  AND,  RESURRECTION  OF  CHRIST.  ] 

From  every  wound  a  stream  of  blood  \ 

Came  flowing  down  amain.  \ 

His  bitter  groans  all  nature  shook,  ] 

The  sleeping  saints  their  graves  forsook,  | 

The  earth  to  its  firm  centre  rock'd  i 

While  spiteful  Jews  around  him  mock'd,  | 

And  laughed  at  his  pain.  ; 

3  Now  hung  between  the  earth  and  skies, 
Behold  !  in  agonies  he  dies  :  j 
O  sinners,  hear  his  mournful  cries,  ' 

Come  see  his  tort'ring^  pain.  i 

The  morning  sun  withdrew  his  light  ;  j 

Blush'd  and  refus'd  to  view  the  sight  :  ; 

The  azure  cloth'd  in  robes  of  night,  "j 

All  nature  mourn'd  and  stood  afright,  ; 

When  Christ  the  Lord  was  slain.  \ 

4  Hark  !  men  and  angels. hear  the  Son,  ; 
He  cries  for  help,  but  O  there's  none,  | 
He  treads  the  wine  press  all  alone,  \ 

His  garments  stain'd  with  blood.  i 

In  lamentations  hear  him  cry  ;  '■ 

Eloi,  lama  sabacthani ;"  \ 

Tho'  death  may  close  his  languid  eyes,  ] 

He  soon  will  mount  the  upper  skies,  j 

The  conquering  Son  of  God.  I 

b  The  Jews  and  Romans  in  a  band,  ? 
With  hearts  of  steel  around  him  stand, 
And  mocking  say,  "  Come,  save  the  land, 
"  Come,  try  thyself  to  free." 
130 

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DEATH  AND  RESURRECTION  OF  CHRIST-   128 

A  soldier  pierc'd  him  when  he  di'd  ; 
Thence  healing  streams   came   from  his 
And  thus  my  Lord  was  crucified  ;  [side  ; 
Stern  justice  now  is  satisfi'd, 
Sinners,  for  you  and  mg,  ! 

6  Behold  !  he  mounts  the  throne  of  state, 
He  fills  the  mediatorial  seat, 

While  millions,  bowing  at  his  feet, 

With  loud  hosannas  tell  : 
Though  he  endur'd  exquisite  pains. 
He  led  the  monster  death  in  chains  ; 
Ye  seraphs,  raise  your  highest  strains. 
With  music  fill  bright  Eden's  plains. 

He  conquer'd  Death  and  Hell. 

7  'Tis  done  !  the  dreadful  debt  is  paid. 
The  great  atonement  now  is  made  ; 
Sinners,  on  him  your  guilt  was  laid. 

For  you  he  spilt  his  blood. 
For  you  his  fender  soul  did  move, 
For  you  he  left  the  courts  above,  [prove^ 
That  you  the   length   and  breadth  might 
And  height  and  depth  of  perfect  love, 

In  Christ  your  smiling  God. 

8  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high. 

Who  reigns  enthron'd  above  the  sky  ; 
Who  sent  his  Son  to  bleed  and  die, 

Glory  to  him  be  given  ; 
While  heav'n  above,  his  praise  resounds; 
O  Zion,  sing — his  grace  abounds  ; 

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129.  DEATH  AND  RESURRECTION  OP  CHRIST. 

I  hope  to  shout  eternal  rounds, 
In  flaming  love,  which  knows  no  boundis, 
When  swallow'd  up  in  heav'n. 

HYMN  129.     8s.     D.  Turner. 

Graiitude  to   God  for  Redemption. 
Eph.  i.  7,  11. 

1  CJHA.LL  Jesus  descend  from  the  skies, 

To  atone  for  our  sins  by  his  blood, 
And  shall  we  such  goodness  despise, 
And  rebels  still  be  to  our  God  ! 

2  [No  brute  could  be  ever  so  base  ! 

Shall  man  thus  ungrateful  then  prove, 
Forbid  it,  O  God  of  all  Grace  ! 
Forbid  it,  thou  Spirit  of  love  ! 

3  The  devils  would  laugh  us  to  scorn, 

For  folly  so  shameful  as  this  : 
O  let  us  to  God  then  return, 

Sure  never  was  goodness  like  his.] 

4  He  sav'd  us,  or  we  had  been  lost, 
Nor  comfort,  nor  hope  had  e'er  known;, 

Yet  he  knew  this  salvation  would  cost 
No  less  than  the  blood  of  his  Son. 

5  Thro'  him  we  forgiveness  shall  find, 
And  taste  the  sweet  blessings  of  peace 
If,  contrite  and  humbly  resign'd, 
■  We  trust  in  his  promised  grace. 
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DEATH  AND  RESURRECTION  OF  CHRIST,    130. 

6  While  here  thro'  the  desert  we  stray, 

Our  God  shall  be  all  our  delight  ; 
Our  pillar  of  cloud  in  the  day, 
And  also  of  fire  in  the  night  ; 

7  Till,  the  Jordan  of  death  safely  passM, 

We  land  on  the  heavenly  shore, 

Where  we  the  hid  manna  shall  taste. 

Nor  hunger  nor  thirst  any  more. 

8  And  there  while  his  glories  we  see, 

And  feast  on  the  joys  of  his  love. 
We  chang'd  to  his  likeness  shall  be. 
And  then  shall  all  gratitude  prove. 


HYMN  130.     L.  M.     Watts. 


H 


Dying  J  yisingj  and  reigning. 

E  dies  ! — the  Friend  of  sinners  dies  ! 

Lo  !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around! 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies  ! 
A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground 

2  Come,  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two, 
For  him  who  groan'd  beneath  your  load; 
He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you — 
A  thousand  drops  of  richer  blood. 

8  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree — 
The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men  ! 
But  lo  !  what  sudden  joys  we  see  ! 
Jesus,  the  dead — revives  again  ! 

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131.  DEATH  AND  REauRRECTiO.V  OF  CHRIST 


4  The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb  ! 
Up  to  his  Father's  court  he  flies  ! 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies  ! 

.5  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 
How  high  our  great  Deliverer  reigns  ; 
Sing,  how  he  spoil'd  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  tyrant,  death — in  chains. 

6  Say,  "  Live  for  ever,  glorious  King, 
Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save  !" 
Then  ask — "  O  death,  where  is  thy  sting? 
And  where  thy  victory,  boasting  grave  !" 

HYMN  131.     7s.     Gibbons. 

Tlie  resur7'ectio7i  and  ascension. 

1  A  NGELS  !  roll  the  rock  away  ! 

Death  !  yield  up  the  mighty  prey  ; 
See  !  he  rises  from  the  tomb, 
Glowing  with  immortal  bloom. 
Hallelujah  !  Praise  the  Lord  ! 

2  'Tis  the  Saviour  !  angels,  raise 
Fame's  eternal  trump  of  praise  ! 
Let  the  earth's  remotest  bound 

Hear  the  joy-inspiring  sound.  Hal. 

3  Now,  ye  saints,  lift  up  your  eyes  f 
Now  to  glory  see  him  rise, 

In  long  triumph,  up  the  sky — 

Up  to  waiting  worlds  on  high.  Hal. 


DEATH  AND  RESURRECTION  Of  CHRIST.    132. 

4  Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  choirs  ! 
Praise,  and  sweep  your  golden  lyres  ! 
Shout,  O  earth,  in  rapturous  song, 
Let  the  strains  be  sweet  and  strong  !  Hal. 

HYMN  132.     P.  M. 

1  "l^HEN  weeping  Mary  came  to  sr^^ 

Her  loving  Lord  and  Saviour, 
'Twas  in  the  early  dawn  she  sought, 
In  tears  to  gain  his  favor. 

2  With  guards  of  soldiers,  plac'd  around 

The  tomb,  that  held  the  body 
Of  him  whom  she  thought  under  ground, 
By  wicked  hands  all  bloody. 

3  But  how  her  aching  heart  was  torn, 

To  find  the  tomb  was  empty, 

In  solemn  silence  she  did  mourn, 

As  onward  she  did  venture. 

4  Two  angels  in  bright  raiment  shone. 

Anticipate  her  sorrow, 
And  said,  why  doth  this  creature  mourn,' 
And  why  this  gloomy  horror. 

5  Whom  seek  you,  Mary,  they  did  say, 

And  why  this  solemn  mourning, 
"  Because  they've  took  my  Lord  away,*? 
*'  And  far  from  hence  have  borne  hiia,*' 

6  The  tender  hearted  Saviour  stands 

Beside  her  as  she^s  weeping 


133.  DEATH  AND  RESURRECTION  OF  CHRISt 

She  says  where  hast  thou  borne  my  Lord, 
For  him  I  now  an  seeking. 

7  I'll  grieve  and  weep,  poor  Mary  said, 

Nor  seek  for  consolation 
In  any  other  Lord  beside, 
For  he  is  my  salvation. 

8  The  Saviour  pities  now  her  grief, 

The  mourner  thus  addresses. 
Why  weepest  Mary  for  relief, 
'      And  what  thy  heart  distresses  ? 

9  She  hears  her  risen  Saviour's  voice, 

And  in  his  love  confiding, 
Her  soul  in  raptures,  can  rejoice. 
Her  faith  in  him  abiding . 

10  And  now  like  Mary  let  us  go. 

Embrace  the  feet  of  Jesus, 
That  we  his  pard'ning  love  may  know. 
Which  from  pollution  frees  us. 

HYMN  133.     L.  M,     Steele, 

Vying  Love  of  Christ.  2  Cor.  v.  14.  15, 
1   ^E£,  Lord,  thy  willing  subjects  bow, 
Adoring  low  before  thy  throne  j 
Accept  our  humble,  cheerful  vow  ; 
Thou  art  our  Sov'reign,  thou  alonoi 

fi  Beneath  thy  soul-reviving  ray, 
E'en  cold  affliction's  wintry  sloooi 
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DEATH  AND  RESURRECTION;  OF  CHRIST.  134. 

Shall  brighten  into  vernal  day, 
And  hopes  and  joys  immortal  bloom. 

3  Smile  on  our  souls,  and  bid  us  sing, 
In  concert  with  the  choir  above, 
The  glories  of  our  Saviour  king 
The  condescension  of  his  love. 

4  He  di'd,  to  raise  to  life  and  joy 
The  vile,  the  guilty,  the  undone  : 
O,  let  his  praise  each  hour  empl-oy^ 
'Till  hours  no  more  their  circles  run  \ 

5  He  diM  ! — ye  seraphs,  tune  your  songs  ' 
Resound  the  Saviour's  sacred  name. 
For  nought  below  immortal  tongues 
Can  ever  reach  the  wond'rous  theme. 

HYMN  134.     L.  M.     Perry 

It  is  Christ  that  died.     Rom.  viii.  34 
I  gINNERS  rejoice,  its  Christ  that  di'd  ; 
Behold  the  blood  flows  from  his  side, 
To  wash  your  souls  and  raise  you  high, 
To  dwell  with  God  above  the  sky. 

Q  Its  Christ  that  di'd,  O  love  divine  ! 
Here  mercy,  truth,  and  justice  shine  ; 
God  reconcil'd,  and  sinners  bought 
With  Jesus's  blood — how  sweet  the  tho't  I 

8  Its  Christ  that  di'd,  a  truth  indeed, 
Qn  which  my  faith  would  ever  feed  : 

m 


135.  DEATH  AND  RESURRECTION  OF  CHRIST. 

Nor  let  the  works  that  I  perform 
Be  nam'd  to  swell  an  haughty  worm. 

4  Its  Christ  that  diM,  its  Christ  was  slaii., 
To  save  my  soul  from  endless  pain  ; 
Its  Christ  that  di'd,  shall  be  my  theme, 
While  I  have  breath  to  praise  his  name. 

HYMN  135.  L.  M.     Steele. 

ChrisCs  Death  and    Insurrection. 
Acts  ii.  32 — 36 . 

1  /^OME   tune,  ye  saints,  your  noblest 

strains, 
Your  dying,  rising  Lord  to  sing  ; 
And  echo  to  the  heav'nly  plains, 
The  triumphs  of  your  Saviour,  king. 

2  In  songs  of  grateful  rapture  tell 
How  he  subdu'd  your  potent  foes  ; 
Subdu'd  the  pow'rs  of  death  and  hell. 
And  dying,  finish'd  all  your  woes. 

3  Then  to  his  glorious  throne  on  high 
Return'd  while  hymning  angels  round, 
Thro'  the  bright  arches  of  the  sky. 
The  God,  the  conqu'ring  God,  resound. 

4  Almighty  love,  victorious  pow'r  ! 
Not  angel-tongues  can  e'er  display 
The  wonders  of  that  dreadful  hour, 
The  joys  of  that  illustrious  day. 

13S 


DEATH  AND  RESURRECTION  OP  CHRIST.  13^. 

6  Then  well  may  mortals  try  in  vain, 
In  vain  their  feeble  voices  raise  ; 
Yet  Jesus  hears  the  humble  strain, 
And  kindly  owns  our  wish  to  praise. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  wond'rous  grace 
Fiir  ev'ry  heart  and  ev'ry  tongue, 
'Till  the  full  glories  of  thy  face 
Inspire  a  sweeter,  nobler  song. 

HYMN  136.     8,  7s.     Robinson. 

Gazing  on  the  Cross.     Gal.  vi.  14. 

1  ^WEET  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 

Which  before  the  cross  I  spend  ! 
Life  and  health  and  peace  possessing 
From  the  sinner's  dying  friend. 

2  Here  I'll  sit,  forever  viewing 
Mercy's  streams  in  streams  of  blood  ; 
Precious  drops,  my  soul  bedewing, 
Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God  j 

3  Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven. 
While  upon  the  Lamb  I  gaze  ; 
Here  I  see  my  sins  forgiven. 
Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

4  May  I  still  enjoy  this  feeling. 
In  all  need  to  Jesus  go  ; 

Prove  his  blood  each  day  more  healing  ; 
And  himself  more  deeply  know. 


137, 138. DEATH  AND  RESURRECTION  OP  CHRIST 

HYMN  137.    L.  M.    Wallin. 
Chrisfs  Resurrection.     Matt,  xxviii.  6. 

1  Tl/'HEN  I  the  lonely  tomb  survey, 

Where  once  my  Saviour  deign'd  to 
1  see  fulfill'd  what  prophets  say,  [lie, 
And  all  the  pow'r  of  death  defy 

2  This  empty  tomb  shall  now  proclaim, 
How  weak  the  bands  of  conquered  death; 
Sweet  pledge!  that  all  who  trust  his  name, 
Shall  rise  and  draw  immortal  breath  ! 

3  Jesus,  once  number'd  with  the  dead, 
Unseals  his  eyes  to  sleep  no  more  ; 
And  ever  lives  their  cause  to  plead, 
For  whom  the  pains  of  death  he  bore. 

4  Thy  risen  Head,  my  soul,  behold  ! 
3ee  the  rich  diadem  he  wears  ; 
Thou  too  shalt  bear  an  harp  of  gold. 
To  crown  thy  joy  when  he^  app'iars 

6  ^  Tho'  in  the  dust  I  lay  my  he^d. 
Yet,  gracious  God,  thou  wilt  not  leave 
My  flesh  forever  with  the  dead, 
Nor  lose  thy  children  in  the  grave.' 

HYMN  138.     L.  M.    Hart. 
Chist^s  Resurrection.     Matt,  xxviii.  5.  6. 
I  TJPRISING  from  the  silent  tomb, 
See  the  vic4;orious  Jesus  pome  ! 
HO 


DEATH  AND  RESURRECTION  OF  CHRIST.  139. 

Th'  Almighty  Captive  quits  the  pris'n, 
Ajid  angels  tell  "  the  Lord  is  ris'n." 

2  Ye  mourning  saints,  no  longer  grieve  ; 
Hear  the  glad  tidings  and  believe  ; 
God's  holy  law  is  satisfy'd, 

And  justice  now  is  on  your  side. 

3  When  ye  in  guilt's  dark  dungeon  lay, 
Mercy  cry 'd  "spare,"  and  justice,  "slay;'- 
But  Jesus  answer'd,  "  Set  them  free, 

"  Forgive  their  guilt,  and  punish  me." 

4  Your  Surety  now  before  your  God 
Pleads  the  rich  ransom  of  his  blood  ; 
No  new  demand,  no  bar  remains, 
But  mercy  all  triumphant  reigns. 

5  Believers,  bless  your  risen  Head, 
The  first-begotten  from  the  dead, 
Your  resurrection's  sure  thro'  His, 
To  endless  life  and  boundless  bliss  ! 

HYMN   139.   L.   M.   Hoskms. 
Joseph  my  so7i  is  yet  alive.     Gen.  xiv.  26. 
"Y"^  mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears. 
Dismiss   your   gloomy,    groundleaa 
fears  ; 
And  let  your  hearts  with  this  revive, 
That  Jesus  Christ  is  yet  alive. 

2  His  saints  he  loves,  and  never  leaves  ; 
The  chief  of  sinners  he  receives  j 


140.  DEATH  AND  RESURRECTION  OP  CHRIST. 

Let  then  your  hearts  with  this  revive, 
The  sinner's  friend  is  yetaHve. 

3  He'll  guard  your  souls  from  ev'ry  ill— 
His  largest  promises  fulfil  ; 

Then  let  your  hearts  with  this  revive, 
That  Jesus  Christ  is  yet  alive. 

4  [What  tho'  you  fear  to  launch  away, 
And  quit  this  tenement  of  clay  ; 

O  let  your  hearts  with  this  revive. 
That  Jesus  Christ  is  yet  alive.] 

5  Abundant  grace  he  will  afford, 
'Till  you  are  present  with  the  Lord  ; 
And  prove  what  you  have  heard  before, 
That  Jesus  lives  forevermore. 

HYMN  140.      Cudivorth's  Col. 

Chnsfs  Resurrection.     Matt,  xxviii.  6. 

1  Cor.  XV.  55.  5Q. 

1  XIARK  !  the  herald  angels  say, 

Christ,  the  Lord,  is  ris'n  to  day  ! 
Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high, 
Let  the  glorious  tidings  fly. 

2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done — 
Th'  battle's  fought,  the  vict'ry  won  ; 
Lo  !  the  sun's  eclipse  is  o'er  ; 

Lo  !  he  sets  in  blood  no  mor^. 

9  Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal, 
Christ  has  burst  the  gates  of  hell  ; 
.'112 


DEATH  AND  RESURRECTION  OF  CHRIST-    141. 

Death  in  vain  forbids  his  rise, 
Christ  hath  open'd  paradise. 

4  Lives  again  our  glorious  king, 

"  Where,  O  death,  is  now  thy  sting  ?" 

Once  he  dy'd  our  souls  to  save, 

"  Where's  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  grave  ?" 

5  AVhat  tho'  once  we  perish'd  all, 
Partners  of  our  parents'  fall  ; 
Second  life  we  shall  receive. 
And  in  Christ  forever  live. 

6  ['  Hail  thou  dear  Almighty  Lord, 

•  Hail  thou  great  incarnate  Word  ; 

*  Hail  thou  suff'ring  Son  of  God, 

^  Take  the  trophies  of  thy  blood.'] 

HYMN  141.     CM.      CoUijer. 
Luke  xxiv.  50,  51 . 

1  IT  is  the  voice  of  love  divine. 

That  strikes  the  list'ning  ear, 
That  soothes  his  mourning  followers'  grief, 
And  wipes  the  falling  tear  : 

2  ^  Because  1  leave  this  world' — he  cries, 

'  Your  weeping  eyes  o'erflow  ; 
But  tho'  I  seek  my  native  skies, 
My  heart  remains  below.' 

3  ^  My  Spirit  shall  descend,  and  rest 

Upon  each  faithful  head, 

in 


142  EXALTATION  OF  CHRIST, 

Till  I,  your  Lord,  return  to  call 
My  servants  from  the  dead.' 

4  He  said — and  lifting  up  his  hands, 

Pronounc'd  his  parting  prayer  ; 
When  lo,  a  bright  descending  cloud 
Convey'd  him  thro'  the  air. 

5  With  solemn  awe  his  followers  view'd 

The  splendor  of  the  scene, 
While  the  unfolding  gates  of  light 
Receiv'd  the  Saviour  in. 

6  Burning  with  holy  zeal,  they  spread, 

Thro'  distant  lands,  his  word  ; 
A.nd  we,  like  them,  with  faith  and  joy 
Expect  our  risen  Lord. 


EXALTATION  OF  CHRIST. 


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HYMN  142.     L.  M.     Medley.  ] 

Forerunner.     Heb.  vi.  20.  | 

'AR,  far  beyond  these  lower  skies, 
Up  to  the  glories  all  his  own  ;  , 

Where  we  by  faith  lift  up  our  eyes,  , 

There  Jesus  our  forerunner's  gone.  ; 

2  Amidst  the  shining  hosts  above, 

Where  his  blest  smile  new  pleasure  gives^     ■ 
144  ^ 


EXALTATIOxN  OF  CHRIST.  143L 


Where  all  is  wonder,  joy,  and  love, 
There  Jesus,  our  forerunner,  lives, 

B  High  on  his  throne  of  heav'niy  light, 
Eternal  glory  he  sustains  ; 
While  saints  and  angels  bless  the  sight  ) 
There  Jesus  our  forerunner,  reigns. 

4  Phere,  while  his  course  he  ever  runs, 
Glory  his  radiant  crown  entwines  ; 
And  brighter  than  ten  thousand  suns, 
There  Jesus,  our  forerunner,  shines. 

5  He  lives  salvation  to  impart, 
From  sin,  and  satan's  cursed  wiles  j 
With  love  eternal  in  his  heart  ; 
There  Jesus  our  forerunner,  smiles. 

6  We  shall,  when  we  in  heaven  appear, 
His  praises  sing,  his  wonders  tell ; 
And  with  our  great  forerunner  there, 
For  ever  and  for  ever  dwell. 

HYMN  143.     L.  M.    B . 

Friend  of  Sinners.     Luke  vii.  34. 
[1  JESUS,  th'  incarnate  God  of  love, 

Rules  all  the  shining  worlds  above  j 
And  tho'  his  name  the  heav'ns  transcend, 
Yet  he  is  still  the. sinner's  friend. 

2  Before  the  rolling  skies  were  made, 
Or  nature's  deep  foundations  laid, 

G  J45 


144.  EXALTATION  OF  CHRIST. 

-=       '  -  •        :< 

He  saw  our  laJ,  and  did  intend 

To  shew  himself  the  sinner's  friend.'] 

3  Behold,  the  condescending  God 
A  while  forsakes  his  bright  abode  ; 
To  our  mean  world  see  him  descend, 
And  groan  and  die  the  sinner's  friend. 

4  When  the  appointed  hour  was  come, 
He  burst  the  barriers  of  the  tomb  ; 
Then  to  the  skies  he  did  ascend, 
Where  still  he  lives  the  sinner's  friend 

5  Yjd  mourning  souls,  to  Jesus  come — 
Cast  off  despair,  there  yet  is  room  ; 

To  his  dear  hands  your  cause  commend. 
Who  only  is  the  sinner's  friend. 

HYMN  144.     C.  M.     Doddridge 

Jesus 'precious.     1  Pet.  ii.  7. 

1  TESUS,  I  love  thy  charming  name  j 
^    'Tis  music  to  my  ear  ; 

Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud, 
That  earth  and  heaven  might  hear. 

2  Yes,  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  transport  and  my  trust  ! 
Jewels  to  thee  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

3  All  my  capacious  pow'rs  can  wish       * 

In  thee  doth  richly  meet  j 


feXALTATION  OF  CHRIST.  145, 

Nor  to  mine  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

4  Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  my  heart, 

And  sheds  its  fragrance  there  ; 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care  ! 

5  I'll  speak  the  honors  of  thy  name, 

With  my  last  lab'ring  breath  ; 
Then,  speechless  clasp  thee  in  mine  arms. 
The  antidote  of  death. 


o 


HYMN  145.     C.  M.     Hoskins. 

Lamb  of  God.     John  i.  29. 
DINNERS,  behold  the  Lamb  of  God 

Who  takes  away  our  guilt  ; 
Look  to  the  precious,  priceless  blood. 
That  Jews  and  Gentiles  spilt. 

From  heav'n  he  came  to  seek  and  save. 

Leaving  his  blest  abode  : 
To  ransom  us  himself  he  gave  ; 

Behold  the  Lamb  of  God. 

S  Sinners,  to  Jesus  now  draw  near, 
Invited  by  his  word  ; 
The  chief  of  sinners  need  not  fear  ; 
Behold  the  Lamb  of  God. 

4  Backsliders,  too,  the  Saviour  calls, 
^^  And  washes  in  bis  blood  ; 

147 


146.  EXALTATION  OF  CHRIST. 

Arise,  return  from  grievous  falls  ; 
Behold  the  Lamb  of  God. 

6  In  ev'ry  state,  and  time,  and  place, 
Nought  plead  but  Jesu's  blood  ; 
However  wretched  be  your  case, 
Behold  the  Lamb  of  God. 

6  Spirit  of  Grace,  to  us  apply 
Immanuel's  precious  blood, 
That  we  may,  with  thy  saints  on  high, 
Behold  the  Lamb  of  God. 

HYMN  146.     6,  4s.   HiWs  Col.         f 

Lamb.     Rev.  v.  12. 

1  Q-LORY  to  God  on  high  :  ^ 

Let  heav'n  and  earth  reply,  , 

Praise  ye  his  name  !  i 

His  love  and  grace  adore,  j 

Who  all  our  sorrows  bore  ;  ; 

And  sing  for  evermore,  ■ 

Worthy  the  Lamb.  1 

2  All  they  around  the  throne  | 
Cheerfully  join  in  one, 

Praising  his  name  : 
We,  who  have  felt  his  blood,  .  ■ 

Sealing  our  peace  with  God, 
Sound  his  dear  name  abroad,  j 

Worthy  the  Lamb.  ,  \ 


Exaltation  of  chrism.  147. 

8  Join,  all  ye  ransom'd  race, 
Our  Lord  and  God  to  bless  ; 

Praise  ye  his  name  : 
In  him  we  will  rejoice, 
And  make  a  joyful  noise. 
Shouting  with  heart  and  voice. 

Worthy  the  Lamb . 

4  What  fho'  we  change  our  place, 
Yet  we  shall  never  cease 

Praising  his  name  : 
To  him  our  songs  we  bring — 
Hail  him  our  gracious  King, 
And,  without  ceasing,  sing 

Worthy  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  147.     L.  M.     Steele. 

Advocate.     1  John  ii.   1 . 

1  TlyTHERE  is  my  God  ?— does  he  retir 

Beyond  the  reach  of  humble  sighs  i 
Are  these  weak  breathings  of  desire 
Too  languid  to  ascend  the  skies  .'* 

2  Look  up,  my  soul,  with  cheerful  eye. 

See  where  the  great  Redeemer  stands, 
I       The  glorious  Advocate  on  high, 
I  ^        With  precious  incense  in  his  hands  ! 

^  3  He  sweetens  every  humble  groan, 

He  recommends  each  broken  prayer  ; 

149 


148.  EXALTATION  OV  CHRIST. 

The  softest  call  before  his  throne, 
May  rise,  and  find  acceptance  there. 

4  Teach  my  weak  heart,  O  gracious  Lord, 
With  stronger  faith  to  call  thee  mine  ; 
Bid  me  pronounce  the  blissful  word. 
My  Father  Godj  with  joy  divine. 

HYMN  148.     C.  M.     S. 

Cant.  V.  10. 

J   lYTAJESTIC  sweetness  sits  enthron'd 
Upon  the  Saviour's  brow  ; 
His  head  with  radiant  glories  crown'd, 
His  lips  with  grace  o'erflow. 

2  No  mortal  can  with  him  compare 

Among  the  sons  of  men  : 
Fairer  is  He  than  all  the  fair 
Who  fill  the  heavenly  train. 

3  He  saw  me  plung'd  in  deep  distress, 

And  flew  for  my  relief  ; 
For  me  he  bore  the  shameful  cross. 
And  carried  all  my  grief 

4  Since  from  his  bounty  I  receive 

Such  pL'oofs  of  love  divine. 
Had  I  a  thousand  hearts  to  give, 
Lord,  ihey  would  all  be  thine. 
150 


EXALTATION    OF  CHRIST.  149- 

HYMN  149.     CM.    Duman. 

0 

Coronation  of  Christ.     Cant .  iii,  1 1 . 

1  A  LL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  nam 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall  ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

2  Crown  him,  ye  morning  stars  of  light, 

Who  fix'd  this  floating  ball  ;  .^, 
Now  hail  the  strength  of  Israel's  might. 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all, 

3  Crown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  from  his  altar  call  ; 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

4  Hail  him,  ye  heirs  of  David's  line 

Whom  David,  Lord,  did  call  ; 

The  God  incarnate  !  Man  Divine  ' 

And  crov/n  him — Lord  of  alh 

5  V'e  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race. 

Ye  ransom'd  from  the  fall, 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all . 

6  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget. 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall  ; 
Go  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet.     , 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 


150.  Baptism. 


T  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 
On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 


^  '  BAPTISM.  t 

•  ) 

HYMN  150.     8,7,4s.     {Onginal.) 

1  "tXAVE  you  found  the  precious  Saviour, 

Found  his  love  and  pard'ning  grace, 
Come,  and  by  his  word  directed  : 
His  example  learn  to  trace, 

He  was  buried 
IjOW  beneaih  the  liquid  wave. 

2  To  the  flowing  stream  of  Jordan, 

Lo  !  the  King  of  Zion  came  ; 
There  the  ancient  Baptist  waited. 
To  immerse  the  spotless  Lamb  : 

They  descended, 
To  the  Saviour's  watery  grave. 

S  Thus  baptiz'd,  the  great  Redeemer, 

Show'd  the  way  his  saints  should  treao, 
And  when  rising  from  the  water, 
God  approv'd  and  blest  the  deed, 

And  the  Spirit 
Reeted  on  his  sacred  head. 

M 


BAPTISM.  151.-^ 


4  Come  then  ye  who  love  the  Saviour, 

Fear  ye  not  to  own  your  Lord, 
Reckless  if  the  world  should  scorn  you, 
Follow  Christ,  obey  his  word  ; 

He'll  defend  you, 
Fear  ye  not  to  follow  him. 

5  Hear  the  Saviour  saying  to  you. 

From  his  glorious  throne  above, 
"  Ye  who  trust  in  me  for  pardon. 
By  obedience  show  your  love, 

Be  baptized. 
My  example  points  the  way." 

6  Lord  our  hearts  incline  to  follow. 

In  the  way  which  thou  didst  tread, 
We  will  turn  from  every  other, 
While  thy  sacred  word  we  read  ; 

O  Redeemer, 
We  rejoice  to  follow  thee. 

HYMN  151.     L.  M.    J.  Stcnnett-. 
Immersion. 

1  nniius  was  the  great  Redeemer  plung'dj 

In  Jordan's  swelling  flood, 

To  show  he  must  be  soon  baptiz'd 

In  tears,  and  sweat,  and  blood. 

2  Thus  was  his  sacred  body  laid 

Beneath  the  yielding  wave  ; 
Thus  was  his  sacred  body  rais'd 
Out  of  the  hquid  grave. 

•  153 


152,   153.  BAPTISM. 


8  Lord,  we  thy  precepts  would  obey, 
In  thy  own  footsteps  tread, 
Would  die,  be  buried,  rise  with  thee, 
Our  ever  living  Head. 


HYMN  152.  8,  7s. 


Buried  with  Chnst  in  baptism' 

1  JESUS,  mighty  King  in  Sion  ! 

Thou  alone  our  guide  shalt  be  ; 
Thy  commission  we  rely  on. 
We  would  follow  none  but  thee  ! 

2  As  an  emblem  of  thy  passion, 

And  thy  victory  o'er  the  grave,^ 

We  who  know  thy  great  salvation 

Are  baptiz'd  beneath  the  wave. 

3  Fearless  of  the  world's  despising, 

We  the  ancient  path  pursue  ; 
Buried  with  our  Lord,  and  rising 
To  a  life  divinely  new . 

HYMN  153.     P.  M. 

On  Baptism. 
X  C  ALEM'S  bright  King,  Jesus  by  name, 
^  In  ancient  time  to  Jordan  came. 

All  righteousness  to  fill  ; 
*Twas  there  the  ancient  Baptist  stood. 
Whose  name  was  John,  a  man  of  Goa, 
To  do  his  Master's  will. 

m 


BAPTISM.  153. 


2  Down  in  old  Jordan's  rolling  stream, 
The  Baptist  led  the  holy  Lamb, 

And  there  did  him  baptise  ; 
Jehovah  saw  his  darling  Son, 
And  was  well  pleas'd  in  what  he'd  done, 

And  own'd  him  from  the  skies. 

3  This  is  my  Son,  Jehovah  cries. 
The  echoing  voice  from  glory  flies, 

O  children  hear  ye  him  ; 
Hark  !  'tis  his  voice,  behold  he  cries. 
Repent,  believe  and  be  baptiz'd, 

And  wash  away  your  sin. 

4  Come  children,  come,  his  voice  obey, 
Salem's  bright  King  has  mark'd  the  way, 

And  has  a  crown  prepar'd  ; 
Q  then  arise  and  give  consent. 
Walk  in  the  way  that  Jesus  went. 

And  have  tiie  great  reward. 

5  Believing  children,  gather  round, 
And  let  your  joyful  songs  abound. 

With  cheerful  hearts  arise  ; 
See  here  is  water,  here  is  room, 
A  loving  Saviour  calling,  come, 

O  children  be  baptiz'd. 

£  Behold  his  servant  waiting  str.nds, 
With  willing  heart  and  ready  hands, 

To  wait  upon  the  bride  ; 
ITe  candidates,  your  hearts  prepare, 

155 


154.  BAPTISM. 


And  let  us  join  in  solemn  pray'r, 
Down  by  the  water  side. 

HYMN  154.     P.  M. 

Invitation  to  follow  the  Lamb. 

1  IXUMBLE  souls,  who  seek  salvation 

Thro'  the  Lamb's  redeeming  blood, 
Hear  the  voice  of  revelation, 

Tread  the  path  which  Jesus  trod. 
Flee  to  him  your  only  Saviour, 

In  his  mighty  name  confide  ; 
In  the  whole  of  your  behaviour, 

Own  him  as  your  only  guide. 

2  Hear  the  blessM  Redeemer  call  you, 

Listen  to  his  gracious  voice  ; 
Dread  no  ills  that  may  befall  you, 

While  you  make  his  ways  your  choice. 
*^  Jesus  says,  Let  each  believer 

"  Be  baptized  in  my  name  ; 
He  himself  in  Jordan's  river 

Was  immers'd  beneath  the  stream. 

S  Plainly  here  his  footsteps  tracing. 

Follow  him  without  delay  ; 

Gladly  his  command  embracing, 

Lo  !  your  Captain  leads  the  way. 
View  the  rite  with  understanding, 

Jesus'  grave  before  you  lies  ; 
Be  interr'd  at  his  commanding 
After  his  example  rise. 
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BAPTISM.  155,    15&W       J 


HYMN  155.    L.  INI.     Beddome 

Bapiism. 

1    "OEHOLD  the  grave  where  Jesus  lay, 
Bfifore  he  shed  his  precious  blood  ! 
How  plain  he  mark'd  the  humble  way 
To  sinners  through  the  mystic  flood  ! 

2  Come,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord, 
Come,  and  obey  his  sacred  word  ; 
He  died  and  rose  again  for  you  ; 
What  more  could  the  Redeemer  do  ? 

3  Eternal  Spirit,  Heavenly  Dove,  ^ 
On  these  baptismal  waters  move  ; 
That  we,  through  energy  divine. 

May  have  the  substance  with  the  sign. 

4  All  ye  that  love  Immanuel's  name, 
And  long  to  feel  th'  increasing  flame, 
'Tis  you,  ye  children  of  the  light, 
The  Spirit  and  the  bride  invite. 

HYMN  156.  8,  7,  4s.  '   f 

Baptism . 
1   f\  YE  blood-wash'd  ransom'd  sinners, 
Highly  favour'd  of  the  Lord, 
Now  ye  prove  your  love  to  Jesus, 
By  regarding  thus  his  word, 
Rise  and  follow, 
Rise  and  follow  Chri^  your  Lord. 

157 


lot.  BAPTISM. 


2  See  his  wat'ry  tomb  before  you  ; 

Hear  him  echo — "  Follow  me  ;"  1 

For  beneath  the  streams  of  Jordan,  \ 

Christ  your  great  Redeemer  lay  j 
Rise  and  follow, 

Rise  and  follow  Christ  to  day.  ' 

3  Yes — beneath  those  honour'd  waters,  ■ 

Great  Immanuel  was  baptiz'd  ;  ; 

Out  of  which  he  then  ascended,  i 

And  the  Father  was  well  pleas'd.  j 

Let  us  follow,  : 

Let  us  follow  Christ  our  Lord.  ■; 

■I 

4  Love  constrains  you  all  to  follow 

Jesus  to  his  liquid  grave  :  i 

Now  look  up  ;  expect  his  presence,  ; 

Which  he  promis'd  you  should  have—  I 
While  you  follow, 

Jesus  to  his  liquid  grave.  j 

6  Jesus,  come  ;  thine  approbation  ; 

May  we  gladly  sec  and  feel ;  j 

Cause,  O  cause  the  heavens  to  open,  | 

And  thy  wondrous  love  reveal  ;            ,  i 

And  we'll  follow. 

And  we'll  follow  thee  our  All. 

HYMN  157.     L.  M.     {Chnginal.)  \ 

X  XXITHER  we  come,  our  dearest  Lord,  '\ 

Obedient  to  thy  sacred  word,  j 

158  .J 


BAPTISM.  15B 


'Tis  thou  hast  call'd  our  hearts  to  flee, 
From  sense  and  sin  and/o//oiy  thee. 

2  Here  rang'd  along  the  water's  side, 
Where  gently  rolls  the  silent  tide, 
O  what  on  earth  can  sweeter  be, 
Than  thus  to  come  and  follow  thee. 

3  When  wanderer  in  the  vale  of  tears, 
Enslav'd  by  sins  and  doubts  and  fears, 
Then  didst  thou  come  our  souls  to  free 
And  gav'st  us  grace  to  follow  thee. 

4  When  darkness  did  our  souls  enshroud. 
And  o'er  our  heads,  the  storm  was  loud, 
We  saw  no  way  from  wrath  to  flee, 

But  to  obey  and  follow  thee. 

o  While  others  walk  the  downward  road, 
That  onward  leads  to  death's  abode. 
Adored  be  thy  grace  that  we, 
May  take  our  cross  a.nd  follow  thee. 

6  Thou  wast  immers'd  beneath  the  wave^ 
The  emblem  of  thy  future  grave  ; 

O  while  the  way  so  plain  we  see, 
W^hat  can  we  do  hntfolloiv  thee.     ,^. 

7  Let  others  by  tradition  led, 

Refuse  the  path  which  thou  didst  tread^ 
To  be  baptiz'd  our  joy  shall  be, 
Thug  we  will  follow  none  biU  thee. 


158,   159.        MONTHLY  CONCERT. 

HYMN  158.     L.  M.     {OngmaL) 

1  TI/'hen  Christ  the  incarnate  Son  of  God, 

Sojourn'd  on  earth  in  humble  clay, 
He  was  immersM  beneath  the  flood, 
That  we  his  mandate  should  obey. 

2  Those  who  in  error's  paths  are  led 
By  pride  and  blindness  far  astray. 
Refuse  this  humble  way  to  tread, 
And  thus  the  Saviour  disobey. 

3  But  we  have  read  thy  sacred  word. 
Where  truth  shines  forth  as  clear  as  day, 
It  bids  us  take  the  humble  road, 
Which  Jesus  walked  and  thus  obey. 

4  While  here  the  holy  page  we  scan, 
Regardless  what  the  world  shall  say. 
And  fearless  of  the  rage  of  man, 
Our  dear  Redeemer  we'll  obey. 


3IONTHLY  CONCERT. 


HYMN  159.     L.  M. 

The  restoration  of  Israel.      Ezek.  xx.xvi.  8". 

I  JLJOUNTAINS  of  Israel,  rear  on  high 
Your  summits,  crown'd  with  ver- 
dure new, 

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MONTHLY  CONCERT.  JBQ. 

And  spread  your  branches  to  the  sky 
Refulgent  with  celestial  dew. 

in,  Fresh  cities  bloom  along  the  plain  ; 
New  temples  to  Jehovah  rise  ; 
The  kindling  voice  of  praise  again 
Wings  its  sweet  anthems  to  the  skies. 

3  The  bloody  sacrifice  no  more 

Shall  smoke  upon  the  altars  high, 

But  ardent  hearts  from  hill  to  shore 

Send  grateful  incense  to  the  sky. 

4  The  Jubilee  of  man  is  near — 

'Tis  come,  our  God's  unbounded  reign; 
Our  Jesus  wipes  the  mourner's  tear, 
And  Satan's  wiles  are  all  in  vain. 

5  Praise  Him,  ye  tribes  of  Israel,  praise 

The  King  that  ransom'd  you  from  wo, 
Nations  !  the  hymn  of  triumph  raise, 
And  bid  the  song  of  rapture  flow. 

HYMN  160.     L.  M.    Hijde. 

Jer.  xxxi.  6. 
/  nPHE  trump  of  Israel's  jubilee 

Shall  sound  aloud  from  Calvary, 
And  bid  the  wand'ring  exiles — "  ComOy 
And  find  in  Zion  still  a  home." 

2  Israel  shall  hear — that  thrilling  sound 
Shall  reach  to  earth's  remotest  bound, 


161,  162.        MONTHLY  CONCERT. 

And  gather  to  that  holy  place 
The  fugitives  of  Jacob's  race. 

3  There  exil'd  tribes  shall  yet  return, 
Shall  come  to  Calvary  and  mourn  ; 
And  bow'd  beneath  Messiah's  sway, 
With  willing  hearts  his  rule  obey. 

HYMN  161.     L.  M. 

Isa.  Ix.  2. 

1  rilHO'  now  the  nations  sit  beneath 

The  darkness  of  o'erspreading  death, 
God  will  arise  with  light  divine 
On  Zion's  holy  tow'rs  to  shine. 

2  That  light  shall  glance  on  distant  lands. 
And  heathen  tribes,  in  joyful  bands, 
Come  with  exulting  haste  to  prove 
The  pow'r  and  greatness  of  his  love« 

3  Lord,  may  the  triumphs  of  thy  grace 
Abound,  while  righteousness  and  peace, 
In  mild  and  lovely  forms,  display 

The  glories  of  the  latter  day. 

HYMN  162.     L.  M.     H. 

The  AngeVs  flight.     Rev.  xiv.  6. 
I   npHAT  mighty  angel,  to  whose  hand 
The  everlasting  word  is  giv'n, . 
Waves  his  broad  wing  o'er  sea  and  land, 
And  soaring  cleaves  the  vault  of  heav'n. 


MONTHLY  CONCERT.  163^ 

3  And  say-^shall  aught  oppose  his  flight?— 
Aught    dim  with  clouds   his  flaming 
No! — not  till  truth  with  holy  light  [scroll? 
Shall  visit  ev'ry  heathen  soul  : 

3  Not  till  blest  Peace  shall  spring  to  birth; 
Till  hatred  sheath  his  useless  sword; 
Not  till  the  nations  of  the  earth 
Become  the  kinordoms  of  the  Lord 


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HYMN  163.     C.  M. 

1  "OEHOLD,  high  in  the  midst  of  heav'n, 

A  mighty  angel  flies  ; 
The  gospel,  grace,  and  life  are  giv'n 
By  Him  who  paid  their  price. 

2  Asia  receives  the  word  of  love, 

And  wonders  as  she  hears  ; 
The  day-spring,  dawning  from  above, 
O'er  Africa  appears. 

5  The  islands  of  the  sea  rejoice, 
And  sing  ImmanuePs  praise  ; 
With  joyful  heart,  and  rapt'rous  voice, 
They  shout  his  welcome  grace. 

4  Then  let  us  shout  hosannas  too, 
To  David's  princely  Son  ; — 
Then  let  us  to  ti.:  nations  show         * 
The  wonders  he  has  done. 

163 


164,  165.       MONTHLY  CONCERT. 

HYMN    164.    L.   M.    Hyde. 

The  restoration  of  Israel. 

1  JT^HE  Lord  will  not  forget  the  grace 

Reserv'd  for  faithful  Abra'm's  race; 
His  love  their  v/and'rings  shall  restore, 
And  guide  them,  that  they  stray  no  more. 

2  Israel !  'tis  thine  accepted  day. 

Thy  God  himself  prepares  the  way  ; — 
Behold  his  ensign  from  afar — 
B.ehold  the  light  of  Jacob's  Star. 

3  That  Star,  which  once  on  Bethle'm  rose, 
A  token  on  thy  mountain  glows, 

The  morn  of  earth's  blest  jubilee 
Sheds  its  sweet  early  light  on  thee. 

4  And  thou,  who  once  on  Israel's  ground, 
A  homeless  wanderer  wast  found. 
Redeemer,  on  thy  heav'nly  throne. 

Still  call  the  ancient  church  thine  own; — 

^  Bid  her  departed  light  return, 

Thy  holy  splendor  round  her  burn  ;^- 
From  prostrate  Judah's  ruins  raise 
A  living  temple  to  thy  praise . 

HVMN  165.     L.  M. 

Prayer  fo'k^  the  success  of  the  gospel. 
I  INDULGENT  God,  to  thee  we  pray; 
Be  with  us  on  this  solemn  dav 
■164 


MONTHLY  CONCERT.  16?V, 

Our  brethren  bless,  their  zeal  approve, 
That  zeal  which  burns  to  spread  ihy  love. 

2  With  cheerful  steps  may  they  proceed, 
Where'er  thy  providence  shall  lead  : 
Let  heav'n  and  earth  their  work  befriend, 
And  mercy  all  their  paths  attend. 

3  Let  num'rous,  solemn  crowds  be  found, 
Anxious  to  hear  the  gospel  sound  ; 
And  rude  barbarians  bond  and  free, 

In  suppliant  throngs,  resort  to  thee. 

4  Where  pagan  altars  now  are  built. 
And  brutal  blood,  or  human,  spilt. 
There  may  the  bleeding  cross  be  rear'd, 
And  God,  our  God,  alone  rever'd. 

HYMN  166.     L.  M. 

1  Sovereign  of  worlds!  display  thy  pow'r, 
^^  Be  this  thy  Zion's  favor' d  hour  ; 
Bid  the  bright  morning  Star  arise, 
And  point  the  nations  to  the  skies. 

2  Set  up  thy  throne  where  Satan  reigns, 
On  Afric's  shore,  on  India's  plains, 
On  wilds  and  continents  unknown  ; 
And  be  the  universe  thine  own. 

3  Speak!  and  the  world  shall  hear  thy  voice^ 
Speak  !  and  the  desert  shall  rejoice  ; 

165 


167,  168.        MONTHLY  CONCERT. 

Scatter  the  gloom  of  heathen  night, 
And  bid  all  nations  hail  the  light. 

HYMN  167.     C.  M. 
Matt,  xxviii.  18. 

1  i^REAT  Saviour,  let  thy  pow'r  divine, 

O'er  all  the  earth  be  known  ; 
Let  all,  to  thee,  their  will  resign, 
And  make  thy  will  their  own. 

2  Perversion  marks  the  guilty  way, 

AVhich  heathens  madly  tread  ; 
From  all  thy  laws  they  go  astray, 
And  hasten  to  the  dead. 

3  Thou,  Saviour  God,  hast  pow'r  alone 

To  turn  their  wand'ring  feet. 
To  bend  their  souls  before  thy  throne, 
Low  at  thy  mercy  seat : 

4  For  all  the  pow'r,  beneath,  above, 

Thy  wounded  hands  sustain  ; 
Then  sway  the  sceptre  of  thy  love, 
And  let  thy  mercv  reisrn. 

HYMN  168.    L.  M. 

1   IVTiLLioNs  there  are  on  heathen  ground. 
Who  never  heard  the  gospel's  sound; 
Lord,  send  it  forth,  and  let  it  run, 
Swift  and  reviving  as  the  sun. 
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2  Guide  thou  their  lips,  who  stand  to  tell 
Sinners  the  way  that  leads  from  hell  : 
To  those  who  give,  do  thou  impart 

A  gen'rous,  wise,  and  tender  heart. 

3  Lord,  crown  their  zeal,  reward  their  care, 
That  in  thy  grace  they  all  may  share  : 
And  those  who  now  in  darkness  dwel 
Deliv'rance  sing  from  guilt  and  hell. 

HYMN  169.     C.  M. 

I   rpHAT  glorious  day  is  drawing  nigh, 
When  Zion's  light  shall  come  ; 
She  shall  arise  and  shine  on  high, 

Bright  as  the  rising  sun  ! 
The  east  and  west  their  sons  resign, 

And  all  creation  bend  ; 
The  church,  the  new  Jerusalem, 
All  glorious  shall  descend. 

2  The  King,  who  wears  the  golden  crown, 

And  holds  the  flaming  bow, 
The  holy  city  shall  bring  down, 

And  bless  his  church  below. 
When  Zion's  reigning,  conquering  King, 

Shall  Satan's  works  destroy, 
The  morning  stars  again  will  sing, 

Aiid  Zion  shout  for  joy. 

3  The  holy,  bright  musician  band. 

Who  play  on  harps  of  gold, 


#^9. MONTHLY  COXCERT. 

In  holy  order  see  they  stand, 

Fair  Salem  to  behold  ; 
Descending  on  sweet  melting  strains, 

Jehovah  they  adore  ; 
Such   shouts   through   earth's  extensive 

Were  never  head  before.  [plains, 

4  Let  Satan  rage  and  boast  no  more, 

Nor  think  his  time  is  long, 
The  saints,  though  feeble,  weak  and  poor, 

Their  great  Redeemer's  strong. 
In  storms  he  is  their  hiding  place, 

A  covert  from  the  wind, 
A  fountain  in  the  wilderness. 

Quite  through  this  weary  land. 

5  The  streams  of  life  will  flow  from  heaven, 

And  issue  from  the  throne  ; 
The  floods  of  strife  away  are  driven. 

The  church  becomes  but  one. 
That  peaceful  union  we  shall  know. 

And  dwell  on  Jesus'  love  ; 
And  shout  and  sing  his  praise  below, 

As  angels  do  above. 

6  A  thousand  years  shall  roll  around. 

The  church  shall  be  complete, 
Call'd  by  the  glorious  trumpet's  sound, 

Their  Saviour,  Christ,  to  meet  ; 
They  rise  with  joy  and  mount  on  high, 

They  fl^  to  Jesus'  arms, 


MONTHLY  CONCERT.  170,   171. 


And  gaze  with  wonder  and  delight, 
On  their  Beloved's  charms. 

HYMN  170.     L.  INI.     Tappan. 
Arise,  shine, —  Isa.  Ix.  1. 

1  JJARK  !  'tis  the  Prophet  of  the  skies 

Proclaims  Redemption  near  ; 
The  night  of  death  and  bondage  flies, 
The  dawning  tints  appear. 

2  Zion,  from  deepest  shades  of  gloom, 

Awakes  to  glorious  day  ; 
Her  desert  wastes  with  verdure  bloom 
Her  shadows  flee  away. 

3  The  glad'ning  news,  convey'd  afar, 

Remotest  nations  hear  ; 
To  welcome  Judah's  rising  Star, 
The  ransom'd  tribes  appear. 

4  Fair  Lebanon  shall  hear  his  voice, 

And  lands  where  Jordan  flows, 
With  Sharon's  desert  shall  rejoice. 
And  blossom  as  the  rose. 

HYMN  171.     8,  7s.     Kelly. 

Isa.  ii.  2. 
1   tTARK  !  a  cry  among  the  nations  ! 

"  Come,  and  let  us  seek  the  Lord? 
Vain  our  former  expectations  j 
Vain  the  idols  we  ador'd  . 

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172.  MONTHLY  CONCERT. 

Zion's  King  is  God  alone  : 
Let  us  bow  before  his  throne." 

2  See  !  from  ev'ry  quarter  flowing, 

Joyful  crowds  assemble  round  : 
Love,  in  ev'ry  heart  is  glowing  : 

Praise  is  heard  in  ev'ry  sound  ; 
While  Jehovah  shows  his  face, 
Glory  fills  the  sacred  place. 

3  Weapons  meant  for  mutual  slaughter 

Now  are  instruments  of  peace  ; 
They  who  taste  the  living  water. 

Learn  from  war  and  strife  to  cease 
Jesus  reigns — the  earth  is  still — 
All  th^e  nations  do  his  will. 

HYMN  172.  7s.  Moittgoniery. 
Rev.  xiv.  2,  3. 
1   XX ARK  !  the  song  of  Jubilee, 
"     Loud  as  mighty  thunders  roar, 
Or  the  fulness  of  the  sea, 

When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore  : — 
Hallelujah  !  for  the  Lord, 

God  omnipotent,  shall  reign  j 
Hallelujah  !  let  the  word 

Echo  round  the  earth  and  main . 


2  Hallelujah  !  hark  !  the  sound, 
From  the  depth  unto  the  skies, 
Wakes  above,  beneath,  around, 


MONTHLY  CONCERT.  173. 


AH  creation's  harmonies  : — 
See  Jehovah's  banner  furPd, 
Sheath'd  his  sword  :  he  speaks:  'tis  done 

And  the  kingdoms  of  this  world 
Are  the  kingdoms  of  his  Son. 

3  He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole 

With  illimitable  sway  : 
He  shall  reign,  when  like  a  scroll, 

Yonder  heav'ns  have  pass'd  away  : — 
Then  the  end  ; — beneath  his  rod, 

Man's  last  enemy  shall  fall  ; 
Hallelujah  !  Christ  in  God, 

God  in  Christ,  is  all  in  all. 

HYMN  173.     7,  6.     Bp.  Heber. 

1  ■pROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
^  From  India's  coral  strand  ; 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand  ; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  piam, 
They  call  us  to  deliver   ' 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle, 
Tho'  ev'ry  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile  ; 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown  ; 

IV 


174.  MONTHLY  CONCERT. 


The  healnen  in  his  blindness 
Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation  !  O  Salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learn'd  Messiah's  nam  e 

4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story. 

And  you,  yc  waters,  roll, 
Till  like  a  sea  of  glory. 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole ; 
Till  o'er  our  ransom'd  nature, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain. 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 

HYMN  174.     7s.     J.  Marsden. 
Mark.  xvi.  15. 

1  (3r^'  ^^  messengers  of  God, 

Like  the  beams  of  mojning  fly  ; 
Take  the  wonder-working  rod, 
t    Wave  the  banner  cross  on  high  I 

2  Go  to  many  a  tropic  isle 

On  the  bosom  of  the  deep  ; 
Where  the  skies  for  ever  smile, 
And  the  blacks  for  ever  weep 


MONTHLY  COXCERT.  175. 

3  Where  the  golden  gates  of  day- 
Open  on  the  pahny  East, 
Wide  the  bleeding  cross  display, 
Spread  the  gospel's  richest  feast. 

I  Visit  ev'ry  heathen  soil, 

Ev'ry  barren,  burning  strand, 
Bid  each  dreary  region  smile. 
Lovely  as  the  promis'd  land. 

p  In  yon  wilds  of  stream  and  shade, 
I         Many  an  Indian  wigwam  trace  ; 
I ,  And  with  words  of  love  persuade 
1^       Savages  to  sue  for  grace. 

3  Circumnavigate  the  Ball — 
Visit  ev'ry  soil  and  sea  ; 
Preach  the  cross  of  Christ  to  all  ; 
Jesus'  love  is  full  and  free. 

HYMN  175.  8,  7,  4.     Baldwin. 
I  Farewell  to  Missionaries. 

1  iTJ-O,  ye  heralds  of  salvation. 

Go  proclaim  '^  Redeeming  blood  ;' 
Publish  to  that  barb'rous  nation, 
Peace  and  pardon  from  our  God  : 

Tell  the  heathen, 
None  but  Christ  can  do  them  good. 

2  While  the  gospel  trump  you're  sounding 

May  the  Spirit  seal  the  word, 

173' 


176.  MONTHLY  CONCERT. 

And,  thro'  sov'reign  grace  abounding, 
Heathen  bow  and  own  the  Lord  ; 

Idols  leaving, 
God  alone  shall  be  ador'd. 

3  Distant  tho'  our  souls  are  blending, 

Still  our  hearts  are  warm  and  true  ; 
In  our  pray'rs  to  heav'n  ascending, 
Brethren — we'll  remember  you  ; 

Heav'n  preserve  you. 
Safely  all  your  journey  through. 

4  When  your  mission  here  is  finish'd, 

And  your  work  on  earth  is  done. 

May  your  souls,  by  grace  replenish'd, 

Find  acceptance  thro'  the  Son  ; 

Thence  admitted, 
Dwell  for  ever  near  his  throne. 

5  Loud  hosannas  now  resounding. 

Make  the  heav'nly  arches  ring  : 
Grace  to  sinful  men  abounding, 
Ransom'd  millions  sweetly  sing  ; 

While,  with  rapture. 
All  adore  their  heav'nly  King 

HYMN  176.     L.  M.      Tappan. 

1   IXARK  !  from  yon  wilds  is  heard  the 
strain 
Of  joy  and  praise  ascending  high  ; 
The  song  of  Zion  cheers  the  plain, 

The  desert  breathes  the  contrite's  sigh. 
174 


MONTHLY  COXCERT.  177. 

2  Now  true  religion  rears  her  throne, 

Where  superstition  darkly  trod  ; 
And  where  His  altar  was  unknown, 
Unnumber'd  temples  rise  to  God.  f 

3  Raise  your  glad  songs,  ye  choirs,  on  high, 

Salvation  to  the  heathen  flows  ; 
Let  anthems  roll  along  the  sky  ; 
The  des6rt  blossoms  like  the  rose. 

HYMN  177.     C.  M.     Doddridge. 

Asking  the  uaij  to  Zion.     Jer.  1.  5. 
1    "INQUIRE,  ye  pilgrims,  for  the  way, 
■■•  That  leads  to  Zion's  hill. 
And  thither  set  your  steady  face, 
With  a  determin'd  will. 

9.  Invite  the  strangers  all  around, 
Your  pious  march  to  join  ; 
And  spread  the  sentiments  you  feel 
Of  faith  and  love  divine. 

3  Oh,  come,  and  to  his  temple  haste, 

And  seek  his  favor  there. 
Before  his  footstool  humbly  bow, 
And  pour  your  fervent  pray'r  ! 

4  Oh,  come,  and  join  your  souls  to  God, 

In  everlasting  bands  ; 
Accept  the  blessings  he  bestows. 
With  thankful  hearts  and  hands. 

175 


173.  REVIVALS. 


REVIVALS. 


HYMN   178.  8,7,4s.  j 

Isa.  lii.  10.  ^ 

1  "^ES  !  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking  ;        ] 

Joyful  times  are  near  at  hand  :  ; 

God,  the  mighty  God,  is  speaking  1 

By  his  word  in  ev'ry  land  : 

When  he  chooses,  | 

Darkness  flies  at  his  command. 

! 

2  Let  us  hail  the  joyful  season  ;  \ 

Let  us  hail  the  dawning  ray  :  i 

When  the  Lord  appears,  there's  reason  j 

To  expect  a  glorious  day  :  'i 

At  his  presence 

Gloom  and  darkness  flee  away.  i 

3  While  the  foe  becomes  more  daring  ;  ^ 

While  he  enters  like  a  flood  ;  1 

God,  the  Saviour,  is  preparing  ■'; 

Means  to  spread  his  truth  abroad  ; 

Ev'ry  language 
Soon  shall  tell  the  love  of  God. 

4  God  of  Jacob,  high  and  glorious, 

Let  thy  people  see  thy  hand  ; 
Let  thy  gospel  be  victorious. 
Thro'  the  world  in  ev'ry  land  : 
176 


REVIVALS.  179,  180 


And  the  idols 
Perish,  Lord,  at  thy  command. 

HYMN  179.     S.  M. 
Isa.  Ix.  8. 

1  npHE  day  is  drawing  nigh, 

■*■    Still  brighter  far  than  this, 
When  converts  like  a  cloud  shall  fly 
To  seek  the  realms  of  bliss, 

2  What  rapt'rous  scenes  of  joy 

Shall  burst  upon  our  sight, 
When  sinners  up  to  Zion's  hill 

Like  doves  shall  speed  their  flight. 

S  Beneath  thy  balmy  wing, 
O  Sun  of  righteousness. 
These  happy  souls  shall  sit  and  sing 
The  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

HYMN  180.     C.  M. 

1  rjONVINC'D  of  sin,  men  now  begin 

To  call  upon  the  Lord  ; 
Trembling  they  pray,  and  mourn  the  day 
In  which  they  scorn'd  his  word. 

2  Young  converts  sing,  and  praise   their 

And  bless  God's  holy  name  ;      [King, 
While  older  saints  leave  their  complaints,- 
And  joy  to  join  the  theme. 

H2  177 


181.  REVIVALS. 


3  God's  chariot  rolls,  and  frights  the  souls 

Of  those  who  hate  the  truth  : 
And  saints   in   pray'r   cry,  ''  J^rd  draw 
Have  mercy  on  the  youth  : —       [near, 

4  "  From  this  glad  hour  exert  thy  pow'r. 

And  melt  each  stubborn  heart  j 
In  those  that  bleed,  let  love  succeed, 
And  holy  joys  impart." 

5  Come,  sinners,  all,  hear  now  God's  call, 

And  pray  with  one  accord  : 
Saints,    raise  your    songs,     with  joyful 
To  hail  th'  approaching  Lord,  [tongues 

HYMN  181.     L.  M. 

John  iv.  35. 

1  T  IFT  up  your  eyes,  ye  sons  of  light, 
•^  Behold  the  fields  already  white  ! 
The  glorious  harvest  now  is  come  ; 
See  ransom'd  sinners  flocking  home. 

2  Mov'd  by  the  Spirit's  softest  wind, 
Their  hearts  are  all  as  one  inclin'd  ; 
Their  former  sins  and  follies  mourn  ; 
They  bow,  and  to  their  God  return. 

3  Improve  the  harvest  fleeting  fast, 

'     Ere  yet  the  shining  season's  past, 
When  all  the  work  of  life  shall  end. 
The  last — the  long  darit  night  descend 
476 


REVIVALS.  18^. 


HYMN  182.    L.  M     Hyde. 

My  Spint  shall  not  always  strive. 
Gen.  vi.  3. 

1  ^AY,  siuner,  hath  a  voice  within, 
^  Oft  whisper'd  to  thy  secret  soul, 
Urg'd  thee  to  leave  the  ways  of  sin. 

And  yield  thy  heart  to  God's  control  "^ 

2  Hath  something  met  thee  in  the  path 

Of  worldliness  and  vanity, 
And  pointed  to  the  coming  wrath. 
And  warn'd  thee  from  that  wrath  to  flee  ? 

3  Sinner,  it  was  a  heavenly  voice. 

It  was  the  Spirit's  gracious  call. 
It  bade  thee  make  the  better  choice. 
And  haste  to  seek  in  Christ  thine  all. 

4  Spurn  not  the  call  to  life   and  light ; 

Regard  in  time  the  warning  kind  : 
That  call  thou  may'st  not  always  slight, 
And  yet  the  gate  of  mercy  find. 

5  God's  Spirit  will  not  always  strive 

With  harden'd,  self-destroying  men  ; 
Ye,  who  persist  his  love  to  grieve, 
May  never  hear  his  voice  again. 

6  Sinner — perhaps  this  very  day. 

Thy  last  accepted  time  may  be ; 
Oh,  should'st  thou  grieve  him  now  away, 
Then  hope  may  never  beam  on  thee. 

179 


183,   184.  REVIVALS. 


HYMN  183.     C.  M. 

1  A  ND  does  the  Spirit  kindly  move, 

To  wake  my  drowsy  heart ; 
And  shall  I  slight  and  grieve  his  love, 
And  bid  him  hence  depart  ? 

2  Shall  I  the  tempter's  voice  believe. 

And  still  refuse  to  pray, 
And  thus  the  Holy  Spirit  grieve, 
And  bid  him  go  his  way  } — 

3  This  solemn  warning,  once  receiv'd, 

I  dare  no  longer  slight ; 
The  Holy  Spirit  often  griev'd, 
May  take  his  final  flight. 

'HYMN  184.     S.  M.     Hyde, 
Chieve  not  the  Spirit.     Eph.  iv.  30. 

1  A  ND  canst  thou,  sinner,  slight 
"^  The  call  of  love  divine  ? 
Shall  God,  with  tenderness  invite, 

And  gain  no  thought  of  thine  ? 

2  Wilt  thou  not  cease  to  grieve 

The  Spirit  from  thy  breast. 
Till  he  thy  wretched  soul  shall  leave 
With  all  thy  sins  opprest  ? 

3  To-day,  a  pard'ning  God 

Will  hear  the  suppliant  pray  ; 
180  -^ 


REVIVALS.  185,   186. 


To-day,  a  Saviour's  cleansing  blood 
Will  wash  thy  guilt  away. 

4  But,  grace  so  dearly  bought. 
If  yet  thou  wilt  despise. 
Thy  fearful  doom  with  vengeance  fraught, 
Will  fill  thee  with  surprise . 

HYMN  185.    C.  M. 
What  must  I  do  ? 

1  IVJY  conscious  guilt  is  now  so  great, 
^        If  I  attempt  to  pray, 

The  tempter  tells  me  yet  to  wait, 
Or  frights  my  soul  away. 

2  In  painful  doubt  what  course  to  try,— 

I  fear  this  long  delay, — 
And  must  I  linger  here  and  die, 
Asham'd  to  ask  the  way  ? 

3  Ye  Christian  pilgrims,  can  ye  tell 

A  stranger  to  the  road. 
The  way  that  leads  to  Zioa^s  hill, 
To  find  a  pard'ning  God  .'* 


HYMN  186.     S.  M.     Coivper. 

lyTY  former  hopes  are  fled, 
My  terror  now  begins  ; 
I  feel,  alas  !  that  I  am  dead, 
In  trespasses  and  sins. 

181 


187.  REVIVALS. 


2  Ah,  whither  shall  I  fly  ? 

I  hear  the  thunder  roar  ; 
The  law  proclaims  destruction  nigh, 
And  vengeance  at  the  door. 

3  When  I  review  my  ways, 

I  dread  impending  doom  ; 
But  sure,  a  friendly  whisper  says, 
"  Flee  from  the  wrath  to  come." 

4  I  sec,  or  think  I  see, 

A  glimm'ring  from  afar  ; 
A  beam  of  day  that  shines  for  me, 
To  save  me  from  despair. 

6  Forerunner  of  the  sun, 

It  marks  the  pilgrim's  way  ; 
I'll  gaze  upon  it  while  1  run, 
And  watch  the  rising  day. 

HYMN  187.      S.   M.     Mivfon. 

1  f\  LORD,  how  vile  am  I, 

Unholy  and  unclean  ! 
How  can  I  dare  to  venture  nigh 
With  sirc^i  a  load  of  sin  ! 

2  Is  this  polluted  heart 

A  dwelling  fit  for  thee  } 
Swarming,  alas  !  in  ev'ry  part, 
What  evils  do  I  see  ! 

3  If  I  attempt  to  pray, 

And  raise  my  soul  on  high, 
182 


REVIVALS.  I8&. 


My  thoughts  are  hurry M  fast  away, 
For  sm  is  ever  nigh. 

4  If  in  thy  word  I  look, 

Such  darkness  fills  my  mind, 
I  only  read  a  sealed  book, 
But  no  relief  can  find. 

j 

5  Thy  gospel  oft  I  hear,  i 

But  hear  it  still  in  vain  :  I 
Without  desire,  or  love,  or  fear, 
Harden'd  I  still  remain. 

j 

C  And  must  I  then  indeed  j 

Sink  in  despair  and  die  ?                     .  ; 

Fain  would  I  hope  that  thou  didst  bleed  ^ 

For  such  a  wretch  as  I.  j 

HYMN  188.     Ts  j 

Mat.  xi.  28.  \ 

\   ^03IE,  ye  weary  sinners,  come,  h 

All  who  feel  your  heavy  'load  ! 

Jesus  calls  the  wand'rers  home  ; 

Hasten  to  your  pard'ning  God, 
Come,  ye  guilty  souls  opprest, 

Answer  to  the  Saviour's  call  : 
**  Come,  and  I  will  give  you  rest  ; 
Come,  and  I  will  save  you  all  '* 

2  Jesus, — full  of  truth  and  love. 

We  thy  kindest  call  obey,  "** 


189.     -^^  REVIVALS. 


Faithful  let  thy  mercies  prove, 
Take  our  load  of  guilt  away, 

Weary  of  this  war  within. 
Weary  of  this  endless  strife, 

Weary  of  ourselves  and  sin, 
Weary  of  a  wretched  life  . 

9  Burden'd  with  a  world  of  grief, 

Burden'd  with  our  sinful  load, 
Burden'd  with  this  unbelief, 

Burden'd  with  the  wrath  of  God, 
Lo,  we  come  to  thee  for  ease, 

True  and  gmcious  as  thou  art ; 
Now  our  weary  souls  release, 

.Writ.e  forgiveness  on  our  heart. 

HY1\IN  189.     C.  M.     JYeivton. 

Prayer  for  spiritual  healing. 
X   'THHOU  great  Physician  of  the  soul, 
To  thee  I  bring  my  case  ; 
My  raging  malady  control. 
And  heal  me  by  thy  grace. 

2  Help  me  to  state  my  whole  complaint ; 
But  where  shall  I  begin  ? 
Nor  words,  nor  thoughts  can  fully  paint 
That  worst  distemper — sin. 

5  It  lies  not  in  a  single  part,  ;&t  ^/ 

But  thro'  my  soul  is  spread  ;        ^ 
And  all  th'  affections  of  my  heart 
Bv  sin  are  caotivQ  led. 
1     . 


REVIVALS.  190,' 


4  A  thousand  evil  thoughts  intrude, 

Tumultuous  in  my  breast ; 
Which  indispose  me  for  my  food, 
And  rob  me  of  my  rest. 

5  Thou  great  Physician,  hear  my  cry, 

And  set  my  spirit  free  ; 
Let  not  a  trembling  sinner  die, 
Who  longs  to  live  to  thee. 

HYMN  190.     C.  M.     Cowper, 

1   XXEAL  us,  Immanuel,  here  we  stand, 
Waiting  to  feel  thy  touch  , 
To  wounded  souls  stretch  forth  thy  hand, 
Blest  Saviour,  we  are  such. 

3  Remember  him  who  once  apply'd. 
With  trembling  for  relief ; 
"  Lord,  I  believe,"  with  tears,  he  cry'd, 
*'  Oh  help  my  unbelief" 

3  She  too,  who  touch'd  thee  in  the  press, 

And  healing  virtue  stole. 
Was  answer'd,  "  Daughter,  go  in  peace, 
tl  Thy  faith  hath  made  thee  whole." 

4  Like  her,  with  hopes  and  fears  we  come, 

To  touch  thee  if  we  may  ; 
Oh,  send  us  not  despairing  home. 
Send  none  unheal'd  away. 

1S5 


191.  REVIVALS. 


HYMN  191.    L.  P.  M.     D.  R. 

Confidence  in  the  Mediator.     Heb.  iv.  15. 
T^HEN  gathering  clouds  around  I  view, 
And  days  are  dark   and  friends  are 
On  him  I  lean,  who  not  in  vain,       [few, 
Experienc'd  every  human  pain  ; 
He  sees  my  wants,  allays  my  fears, 
And  counts  and  treasures  up  my  tears. 


If  aught  should  tempt  my  soul  to  stray 
From  heav'nly  virtue's  narrow  way, 
To  fly  the  good  I  would  pursue. 
Or  do  the  sin  I  would  not  do. 
Still  he  who  felt  temptation's  pow'r 
Shall  guard  me  in  that  dang'rous  hour. 

When  sorrowing  o'er  some  stone  I  bend, 
Which  covers  all  that  was  a  friend  ; 
And  from  his  voice,  his  hand,  his  smile^ 
Divides  me — for  a  little  while, — 
Thou,  Saviour,  seest  the  tears  I  shed, 
For  thou  didst  weep  o'er  Lazarus  dead. 

And  oh,  when  I  have  safely  past 
Thro'  every  conflict — but  the  last 
Still,  still  unchanging,  watch  beside 
My  painful  bed, — for  thou  hast  died  ; 
Then  point  to  realms  of  cloudless  day, 
And  wipe  the  latest  tear  away. 
186 


REVIVALS  . 

192,  193. 

HYMN  192.     C.  M. 

Steele. 

The  request. 

1  IT'ATHER,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss, 

Thy  sov'reign  will  denies, 
Accepted  at  *\y  ihrone  of  graTe^. 
Let  this  petition  rise  :— 

2  "  Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 

From  ev'ry  murmur  free  ; 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  me  live  to  thee. 

3  "  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  I  am  thine, 

My  life  and  death  attend  ; 
Thy  presence  thro'  my  journey  shine, 
And  crQv^a  my  journey's  end." 

HYMN  193.     C.  M.    B, 

Evening  twilight. 

1  ¥  LOVE  to  steal  awhile  away 

From  every  cumb'ring  care, 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day. 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer, 

2  I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear. 
And  all  His  promises  to  plead, 
Where  none  but  God  can  hear. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 

And  future  good  implore, 


194.  .       MISCELLANEOUS 


And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  him  whom  I  adore. 

4  I  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  heav'n  ; 
The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew 
While  here  by  tempests  driv'n. 

5  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 

May  its  departing  ray 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
'     And  lead  to  endless  day. 


MISCE  LL  ANE  OUS. 


HYMN  194.     C.  M.     Monlgoinery. 

Behold  he  prayeth.     Acts  ix.  11. 

1  "pRAY'R  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 

Unutter'd  or  express'd, 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Pray'r  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear  ; 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye. 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

2  Pray'r  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 
That  iofaiit  lips  can  try  ; 

188 


MISCELLANEOUS.  195. 


Pray'r  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  majesty  on  high. 

4  Pray'r  is  the  christian's  vital  breath, 

The  christian's  native  air, 
,   His  watchword  at  the  gate  of  death — • 
He  enters  heav'n  with  pray'r. 

5  Pray'r  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice 

Returning  from  his  ways. 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice 
And  say, — ''  Behold  he  prays." 

HYMN  195.     L.  M.     Hart. 

Pray  witJioid  ceasing.      1  Thes.  v.  17. 
1   IpRAY'R  was  appointed  to  convey 
The  blessings  God  designs  to  give  ; 
Long  as  they  live  should  christians  pray, 
For  only  while  they  pray  they  live. 

*2  If  pain  afflict,  or  wrongs  oppress — 
If  cares  distract  or  fears  dismay — 
If  guilt  deject — if  sin  distress. 
The  remedy's  before  thee — pray. 

S  'Tis  pray'r  supports  the  soul  that's  weak; 
Tho'  thought  be  broken — language  lame; 
Pray,  if  thou  canst,  or  canst  not  speak, 
But  pray  with  faith  in  Jesus'  name . 

189 


196,  197.  MISCELLANEOUS. ' 

HYMN  196.     L.  M. 

Prayer  for  a  sick  Minister. 
lf\  THOU,  before  whose  gracious  throne, 
We  bow  our  suppliant  spirits  down  ; 
Avert  thy  swift  descending  stroke, 
Nor  smite  the  shepherd  of  the  flock. 

2  Restore  him,  sinking  to  the  grave  ; 
Stretch  out  thine  arm,  make  haste  to  save; 
Back  to  our  hopes  and  wishes  give, 
And  bid  our  friend  and  teacher  live. 

8  Bound  to  each  soul  by  tend'rest  ties, 
In  every  breast  his  image  lies  ; 
Thy  pitying  aid,  O  God,  impart, 
Nor  rend  him  from  each  bleeding  heart. 

4  Yet,  if  our  supplications  fail. 

And  pray'rs  and  tears  cannot  prevail; 
Be  thou  his  strength,  be  thou  his  stay, 
And  guide  him  safe  to  endless  day. 

HYMN   197.     C.  M. 

Funeral  of  a. faithful  Minister. 
1   pAR  from  affliction,  toil  and  care, 
The  happy  soul  is  fled  ; 
The  breathless  clay  shall  slumber  here, 
Among  the  silent  dead. 

0  The  gospel  was  his  joy  and  song, 
E'en  to  his  latest  breath  ; 


MISCELLANEOUS.  198. 

The  truth  he  had  proclaim'd  so  long 
Was  his  support  in  death. 

3  Now  he  resides  ^yhere  Jesus  is, 
Above  this  dusky  sphere  ; 

His  soul  was  ripen'd  for  that  bliss, 
While  yet  he  sojourn'd  here. 

4  The  Churches'  loss  we  all  deplore. 
And  shed  the  falling  tear  ; 

Since  we  shall  see  his  face  no  more, 
Till  Jesus  shall  appear. 

6  But  we  are  hasting  to  the  tomb  j 
Oh,  may  we  ready  stand  ; 
Then,  dearest  Lord,  receive  us  home, 
To  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

HYMN  198.     L.  M.     Collyer. 

Eccl.  xii.  7. 
1   "pROM  his  low  bed  of  mortal  dust, 
Escap'd  the  prison  of  his  clay. 
The  new  inhabitant  of  bliss, 

To  heav'n  directs  his  wondrous  way. 

Q  Ye  fields,  that  witness'd  once  his  tears, 
k  Ye  winds,  that  wafted  oft  his  sighs, 

I       Ye    mountains,  where  he  breath'd  his 

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When  sorrow's  shadows  veil'd  his  eyes. 

No  more  the  weary  pilgrim  mourns. 
No  moro  affliction  wrings  his  heart  j 


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199. MISCELLANEOUS . 

Th*  unfetter'd  soul  to  God  returns — 
For  ever  he  and  anguish  part  ! 

4  Receive,  O  earth,  his  faded  form, 
In  thy  cold  bosom  let  it  lie  ; 
Safe  let  it  rest  from  ev'ry  storm — 
Soon  must  it  rise  no  more  to  die  ! 

HYMN  199.     L.  M.     C.  Wesley 

Death  of  a  Brother. 

1  ITOW  blest  is  our  brother  bereft 

Of  all  that  could  burden  his  mind 
How  easy  the  soul  that  has  left 

This  wearisome  body  behind  ! 
Of  evil  incapable  thou, 

Whose  relics  with  envy  I  see, 
No  longer  in  misery  now, 

No  longer  a  sinner  like  me. 

2  This  earth  is  affected  no  more 

With  sickness,  or  shaken  with  pain  ' 
The  war  in  the  members  is  o'er, 

And  never  shall  vex  him  again  ; 
No  anger  henceforward,  or  shame, 

Shall  redden  his  innocent  clay  ; 
Extinct  is  the  animal  flame. 

And  passion  is  vanished  away. 

8  This  languishing  head  is  at  rest, 
Its  thinking  and  aching  are  o'er  ; 
This  quiet,  immoveable  breast 
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MISCELLAXEOIJS.  20O. 


Is  heav'd  by  affliction  no  more  ; 
This  heart  is  no  longer  the  seat 

Of  trouble  and  torturing  pain  ; 
It  ceases  to  flutter  and  beat — 

It  never  shall  flutter  again. 

4  The  lids  he  so  seldom  could  close, 

By  sorrow  forbidden  to  sleep, 
Seal'd  up  in  eternal  repose, 

Have  strangely  forgetten  to  weep  ; 
These  fountains  can  yield  no  supplies— 

These  hollows  from  water  are  free  ; 
The  tears  are  all  wipM  from  these  eyes, 

And  evil  they  never  shall  see. 

5  To  mourn  and  to  suffer  is  mine, 

While  bound  in  a  prison  I  breathe, 
[    And  still  for  deliverance  pine, 

And  press  to  the  issues  of  death. 
What  now  with  my  tears  I  bedew, 

Oh,  shall  I  not  shortly  become  ! 
r>Iy  spirit  created  anew. 

Ere  I  am  consign'd  to  the  tomb  ! 

HYMN  200.     8s. 

Death  of  a  Sister. 
1   ''T^IS  finish'd  !  the  conflict  is  past, 
The  heav'n-born  spirit  is  fled. 
Her  wish  is  accomplish'd  at  last. 

And  now  she's  entomb'd  with  the  dead. 
The  months  of  affliction  are  o'er. 


201.  MISCELLANEOUS 


The  days  and  the  nights  of  distress  ; 
We  see  her  in  anguish  no  more — 
She's  gain'd  her  happy  release. 

2  No  sickness,  or  sorrow,  or  pain, 

Shall  ever  disquiet  her  now  ; 
For  death  to  her  spirit  was  gain, 

Since  Chri^  was  her  life  when  below. 
Her  soul  has  now  taken  its  flight 

To  mansions  of  glory  above. 
To  mingle  with  angels  of  light, 

And  dwell  in  the  kingdom  of  love. 

3  The  victory  now  is  obtain'd ; 

She's  gone  her  dear  Saviour  to  sec; 
Her  wishes  she  fully  has  gain'd — 

She's  now  where  she  longed  to  be. 
Then  let  us  forbear  to  complain. 

That  she  has  now  gone  from  our  sight; 
We  soon  shall  behold  her  again, 

With  new  and  redoubled  delight. 

HYMN  201.     CM.     Steele. 

On  the  death  of  a  Child. 

1  n|%E  once  lov'd  form,  now  cold  and  dead, 

Each  mournful  thought  employs  : 
And  nature  weeps  her  comforts  fled, 
And  wither'd  all  her  joys. 

2  But  wait  the  interposing  gloom, 

And  lo  '  stern  winter  flies  • 
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.MISCELLANEOUS.  202.  \ 


And,  drest  in  beauty's  fairest  bloom,  i 

The  flow'ry  tribes  arise.  ■ 

3  Hope  looks  beyond  the  bounds  of  time  1 

When  what  we  now  deplore, 

Shall  rise  in  full,  immortal  prime, 

And  bloom  to  fade  no  more. 

4  Then  cease,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  tears; 

Religion  points  on  high  ; 
There  everlasting  spring  appears,  ; 

And  joys  which  cannot  die.  ! 

HYMN   202.    L.   M.   jYewton.  \ 

J    QFT  as  the  bell,  with  solemn  toll. 

Speaks  the  departure  of  a  soul,  ' 

Let  each  one  ask  himself,  "  Am  I 
Prepared,  should  I  be  call'd  to  die  ? 

2  "  Only  this  frail  and  fleeting  breath 
Preserves  me  from  the  jaws  of  death  ;  =; 
Soon  as  it  fails,  at  once  I'm  gone,  ; 
And  plung'd  into  a  world  unknown.                - 

3  "  Then  leaving  all  I  lov'd  below,  \ 
To  God's  tribunal  I  must  go  ;  ■ 
Must  hear  the  Judge  pronounce  my  fate,  j 
And  fix  my  everlasting  state." 


4  Liord  Jesus  !  help  me  now  to  flee, 
And  seek  my  hope  alone  in  thee  ^ 
Apply  thy  blood,  thy  Spirit  give — 
Subdue  my  sins  and  let  me  live, 

.       195 


203,  204.  MISCELLANEOUS. 

5  Then  when  the  solemn  bell  I  hear, 
If  savM  from  guilt,  I  need  not  fear  ; 
Nor  would  the  thought  distressing  be, 
Perhaps  it  next  may  toll  for  me. 

HYMN  203.     8s 

Job  xvi.  22.  xvii.  1,  11. 

1  ¥  WAIT  a  few  sorrowful  years. 

And  then  I  no  longer  shall  mourn. 
But  flee  from  the  valley  of  tears, 

A  way  I  shall  never  return  ; 
My  days  are  all  vanish'd  away. 

Broke  off  the  designs  of  my  heart, 
No  longer  pji  earth  I  delay. 

Or  linger  as  loath  to  depart. 

2  My  days  are  extinguish'd  and  gone — 

My  time  as  a  shadow  is  fled. 
And  gladly  I  lay  myself  down 

To  rest  with  the  peaceable  dead  : 
The  dead  ever-living  attend, 

Whose  dust  is  all  safe  in  the  tomb, 
.    And  many  a  glorifi'd  friend 

Is  ready  to  welcome  me  home. 

HYMN  204.     8,  7s. 

1  gINNERS,  take  the  friendly  warning- 
Soon  that  awful  day  shall  break, 
And  the  trumpet  with  its  dawning. 
All  the  slumb'ring  millions  wake. 
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MISCELLANEOUS. 205. 

2  See  assembled  ev'ry  nation  ! — 

Lofty  cities,  temples,  tow'rs, 
Wrapt  in  dreadful  conflagration, . 
Earth  and  sea  the  flame  devours. 

3  Ye,  who  to  the  world  dissemble. 

While  you  practise  deeds  of  night, 
Sinners,  now  behold  and  tremble  ; 
/  All  your  crimes  are  brought  to  light. 

4  Lost  in  ease,  or  carnal  pleasure. 

Sporting  on  the  burning  brink  ; 

Now,  you  say,  you  have  no  leisure, 

You  can  find  no  time  to  think 

5  Ye — who  now,  conviction  stifling. 

Waste  your  time — the  loss  deplore  ; 
Hear  the  angel — cease  your  trifling — 
^'Time/'  he  cries,  "shall  be  no  more." 

6  Pause,  and  hear  the  voice  of  reason — 

Catch  the  moments  as  they  fly — 
You  who  lose  the  present  season, 
You  must  all  find  time  to  die. 

HYMN  205.    S.  M.   Montgoinery. 

1  OH,  where  shall  rest  be  found, 

Rest  for  the  weary  soul  ! 
'Twere  vain  the  ocean's  depths  to  sound, 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 

2  The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh  ; 

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206.  MISCELLANEOUS. 


'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  the  death  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 

There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasur'd  by  the  flight  of  years — 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4  There  is  a  death  whose  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath  : 
Oh  !  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death. 

5  Lord,  God  of  truth  and  grace  ! 

Teach  us  that  death  to  shun  :— 
Lest  we  be  driven  from  thy  face, 
And  evermore  undone. 

6  Here  would  we  end  our  quest — 

Alone  are  found  in  thee 
The  life  of  perfect  love — the  rest 
Of  immortality. 

*  HYMN  206.     C.  M. 

Celestial  prospects. 

1  CWEET  glories  rush  upon  my  sight 

And  charm  my  wond'ring  eyes  j 
The  regions  of  immortal  light, 
The  beauties  of  the  skies  ! 

2  All  hail  !  ye  fair  celestial  shores, 

Ye  lands  of  endless  day  j 

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MISCELLANEOUS.  207. 

Swift;  on  my  view  your  prospect  pours, 
And  drives  my  griefs  away. 

3  There's  a  delightful  clearness  now — 

My  clouds  of  doubt  are  gone  ; 
Fled  is  my  former  darkness  too — 
My  fears  are  all  withdrawn. 

4  Short  is  the  passage — short  the  space 

Between  my  home  and  me  ; 
There  !  there  behold  the  radiant  place  ! 
How  near  the  mansions  be  ! 

5  Immortal  wonders  !  boundless  things, 

In  those  dear  worlds  appear  ! 
Prepare  me,  Lord,  to  stretch  my  wings, 
And  in  those  glories  share. 

HYMN  207.     8s.     Collyer. 

The  last  conflict. 
1   ¥  SOON  shall  accomplish  my  race. 
And  soar  to  the  temple  on  high  ; 
Dear  Jesus,  beholding  thy  face, 

I  cheerfully  yield  me  to  die. 
Farewell,  my  distress  and  my  wo — 
The  storms  of  existence  are  o'er  ; 
Tho'  fiercely  the  tempest  may  blow, 
Its  fury  appals  me  no  more. 

'■Z  More  quickly  and  shorter  I  breathe — 
The  dew  is  overspreading  my  cheek^-^ 

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208.       MISCELLANEOUS. 

I/eel  the  approaches  of  death, 

My  heartstrings  beginning  to  break  j 

A  struggle  or  two  and  'tis  done — 
From  earth  and  its  anguish  I  fly ; 
■  The  palm  of  the  conqueror  won, 
I  live  by  submitting  to  die. 

HYMN  208.     P.  M. 

1  Tj^AREWELL,my  brethren,in  the  Lord, 
^    The  gospel  sounds  the  Jubilee  ; 
My  stamm'ring  tongue  shaH  sound  aloud, 

From  land  to  land,  from  sea  to  sea  ; 
And  as  I  preach  from  place  to  place, 
I'll  trust  alone  in  God's  free  grace. 

S  Farewell,  in  bonds  of  union  dear, 

Like  strings  you  twist  around  my  heart  j 
I  humbly  beg  your  earnest  prayer. 

Till  we  shall  meet  no  more  to  part  ; 
Till  we  shall  meet  in  heaven  above, 
Encircled  in  eternal  love. 

3  Farewell,  my  earthly  friends  below, 
Although  so  kind  and  dear  to  me  ; 
My  Jesus  calls  and  I  must  go 

To  sound  the  gospel  Jubilee  ; 
To  sound  the  joy  and  bear  the  news. 
To  Gentile  men  and  royal  Jews. 

%  Farewell,  young  people,  one  and  all, 
While  God  will  give  me  breath  to  breatha 
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]\nsCEI,LAXEOUS.  209 


I'll  pray  to  the  Eternal  All, 

That  your  clear  souls  in  Christ  may  live; 
That  your  dear  souls  prepared  may  be, 
To  dwell  in  bliss  eternally. 

5  Farewell,  to  all  below  the  sun  ; 
And  as  I  pass  in  tears  below. 

The  path  is  straight  my  feet  shall  run  ; 

And  God  will  keep  me  as  I  go — 
And  God  will  keep  me  in  his  hand, 
And  bring  me  to  the  promis'd  land. 

6  Farewell,  farewell  f  I  look  above  ; 
Jesus,  my  friend,  to  thee  I  call  ; 
My  joy,  my  crown,  my  only  love. 

My  safeguard  here,  my  heaven,  my  all. 
My  theme  to  preach,  my  song  to  sing, 
My  only  hope  in  death — Amen, 

HYMN.  209.     P.  M. 

The  Pilgrim^s  Farewell. 
1   T  ET  us  rise  and  go  to  Zion's  hill, 
-^  Where  all  the  peace  and  glory  dwell, 
And  sit  and  sing  to  God  our  King, 
And  praise  his  name  forevermore. 

CHORUS. 

Til  march  to  Canaaii's  land^ 
ril  land  on  Canaan's  shore. 
Where  jileasiires  never  end, 
And  troubles  come  no  more  ; 
rU  so  and  see  what  jovs  are  tliere 


209.  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  Fare  you  well,  my  friends,  I  must  be  gone, 
I  have  no  home  nor  stay  with  you, 

I'll  take  my  staff  and  travel  on, 
Till  i  a  better  world  can  view. 

ni  march,  ^'■c. 
Farewell  J  my  loving  fiiends,  farewell. 

3  Happy    soul,    just    gone    from  earth  to 

heaven, 
He  flies  to  distant  worlds  above, 
No  more  in  this  poor  house  of  clay, 
He  dwells  with  God  around  the  throne. 

IHl  march,  &^c. 
Where  pain  and  death  can  never  come. 

4  We  will  go,  like  him,  to  see  our  God, 
And  change  this  earth  for  heaven  above  ; 
Come  dry  your  tears,Christ  is  your  friend, 
He  came  to  save  poor  sinful  men. 

ni  march,  Sfc . 
In  him  our  sorrotvs  will  soon  end. 

5  Travel  on  to  blest  eternity. 
Where  Jesus  waits  for  us  to  come. 
In  death's  dark  gloom  shout  victory. 
And  rise  to  your  eternal  home. 

/'//  march,  Sfc. 
'  Where  fear  and  change  shall  be  no  more. 

6  Golden  joys  above,  where  Jesus  dwells, 
His  love  is  full  for  every  saint, 

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MISCELLANEOUS.  2l0. 


Fountain  of  life  immortal  flows, 
Through    heavenly  worlds   without    re- 
straint. 

ni  march  ^  Sfc. 
JilVs  mine  J  if  faithful  here  helow. 

HYMN  210.     L.  M.     Barnard. 

M  imrlino^.     Farewell.     Acts  xviii.  21 . 
f\ !  HAPPY  day,  when  saints  shall  meet 
To  part  no  more—the  thought  is  sweet; 
No  more  to  feel  the  rending  smart. 
Oft  felt  below,  when  christians  part. 


o 


O  happy  place  I  still  must  say. 
Where  all  but  love  is  done  away  ; 
All  cause  of  parting  there  is  past  ; 
Their  social  feast  will  ever  last. 

3  Such  union  here  is  sought  in  vain. 
As  there,  in  ev'ry  heart,  will  reign  ; 
There  separations  can't  compel 
The  saints  to  bid  the  sad  farewell. 

4  On  earth,  when  friends  together  meet, 
And  find  the  passing  moments  sweet  ; 
Time's  rapid  motions  soon  compel, 
With  grief  to  say — dear  friends,  farewell. 

5  The  shepherd  feels  the  smarting  shock, 
Of  parting  from  his  weeping  flock  ; 
His  feelings  for  them,  none  can  tell, 
When  forc'd  to  say — my  friends,  farewell 

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211.  MISCELLANEOUS. 

6  The  happy  season  soon  will  come, 
When  saints  shall  meet  in  heav'n  their 
Eternally  with  Christ  to  dwell,     [home  ; 
Nor  ever  hear  the  sound,  farewell. 

HYMN  211.     C.  M.     T . 

He  shall  overcome  at  the  last.  Gen.  xlix.  19. 

1  j^REAT  God,  thy  holy  name  we  praise, 

For  all  thy  mercies  past  ; 
Tho'  foes  impede  us  in  thy  ways, 
We  shall  o'ercome  at  last. 

2  Should  all  th'  envenom'd  troops  of  hell 

Unite  our  hope  to  blast ; 
In  Christ  'tis  fix'd,  this  truth  we  tell, 
We  shall  o'ercome  at  last. 

3  Tho'  gloomy  death  alarm  our  fears, 

And  us  in  darkness  cast  ; 
Yet  still  Jehovah's  word  declares. 
We  shall  o'ercome  at  last. 

4  Tho'  unbelief,  that  cursed  foe, 

Attempt  to  bind  us  fast ; 
Christ  will  not  let  his  purchase  go, 
We  shall  o'ercome  at  last. 

6  Jesus,  our  captain,  leads  us  on, 
'Till  Jordan's  streams  are  past ; 
And  when  we  reach  our  heav'nly  homej 
We'll  sing — o'ercome  at  last. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  212. 

I  HYMN  212.     P.  M. 

1   "TJARK  and  thorny  is  the  desert 

Thro'  which  pilgrims  make  their  way; 
Yet  beyond  this  vale  of  sorrow, 
Lie  the  fields  of  endless  day  : 
Fiends  loud  howling  through  the  desert, 

Make  them  tremble  as  they  go, 
And  the  fiery  darts  of  Satan 
Often  bring  their  courage  low. 

2  O  young  soldiers,  are  you  weary 

Of  the  roughness  of  the  way  ? 
Does  your  strength  begin  to  fail  you  ? 

And  your  vigor  to  decay  .'* 
Jesus,  Jesu«3  will  go  with  you  : 

He  will  lead  you  to  his  throne  ; 
He  who  dyed  his  garments  for  you, 

And  the  wine  press  trod  alone. 

3  He  whose  thunder  shakes  creation. 

He  who  bids  the  planets  roll  : 
He  who  rides  upon  the  tempest. 

And  whose  sceptre  sways  the  whole. 
Round  him  are  ten  thousand  angels. 

Ready  to  obey  command. 
They  are  always  hovering  round  you. 

Till  you  reach  the  heavenly  land . 

4  There  on  flow'ry  hills  of  pleasure, 

Lie  the  fields  of  endless  rest  ? 
Love,  and  joy,  and  peace  forever 

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213.  MISCELLANEOUS. 


Reign  and  triumph  in  your  breast. 
Who  can  paint  the  scenes  of  glory 

Where  the  ransomed  dwell  on  high  ? 
There  on  golden  harps  forever  ^ 

Sound  redemption  through  the  sky. 

HYMN  213.    S.  M. 

1  ^TIPIE  day  is  past  and  gone, 

The  evening  shades  appear  ; 
O  may  we  all  remember  well 
The  day  of  death  draws  near. 

2  We  lay  our  garments  by, 

Upon  our  beds  to  rest  ; 
So  death  will  soon  disrobe  us  all 
Of  what  we  here  possess. 

3  Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  our  fears  ; 
May  angels  guard  us  while  we  sleep, 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

4  And  if  we  early  rise. 

And  view  th'  unwearied  sun, 
May  we  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run. 

5  And  when  our  days  are  past, 

And  we  ffom  time  remove, 
O  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest 
The  bosom  of  thy  love. 
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MISCELLAxVEOUS.  214. 

HYMN  214.     P.  M. 

jl    P'arewell,  my  friends,  time  rolls  along, 
•*■     Nor  waits  for  mortals'  care  or  bliss  ; 
I  leave  you  here  and  travel  on, 
Till  1  arrive  where  Jesus  is. 
Farewell,  farewell,  farewell, 
My  loving  friends,  farewell. 

2  Farewell,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 
To  you  I'm  bound  in  cords  of  love  ; 
Yet  we  believe  his  gracious  word. 
That  soon  we  all  shall  meet  above 

Farewell,  &c. 

3  Farewell,  old  soldiers  of  the  cross,  [en  ; 
You've  struggled  long  and  hard  for  heav- 
You've  counted  all  things  here  but  dross; 
Fight  on,  the  crown  shall  soon  be  given. 

Farewell,  &c. 

4  Farewell,  ye  blooming  sons  of  God, 
Sore  conflicts  yet  await  for  you  : 

Yet  dauntless  keep  the  heavenly  road. 
Till  Canaan's  happy  land  you  view. 

Farewell,  &c. 
6  Farewell,  poor  careless  sinners  too. 
It  giieves  my  heart  to  leave  you  here ; 
Eternal  vengeange  waits  for  you  ; 
O  turn,  and  nnd  salvation  near. 

O  turn,  O  turn,  O  turn,  , 

And  find  salvation  near. 

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215.  MISCELLANEOUS. 


HYMN  215.     P.  M. 

1  "ORETHREN  while  we  sojourn  here, 

Fight  we  must  but  should  not  fear, 
Foes  we  have,  but  we've  a  friend, 

One  who  loves  us  to  the  end  ; 
Forward  then  wiih  courage  go. 

Long  we  shall  not  dwell  below  ; 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
Child,  your  Father  calls — come  home. 

2  In  the  world  a  thousand  snares 

lie  to  take  us  unawares  ; 
Satan  with  malicious  art, 

Watches  each  unguarded  heart ; 
But  from  Satan's  malic  *  free, 

Saints  shall  soon  victorious  be  ; 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come. 
Child,  your  Father  calls — come  home. 

3  But  of  all  the  foes  we  meet, 

None  so  apt  to  turn  our  feet  ; 
None  betray  us  into  sin. 

Like  the  foes  we  have  within  ; 
Yet  let  nothing  spoil  your  peace, 

Christ  will  also  conquer  these  : 
Then  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
Child,  your  Father  calls — come  home. 
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MISCELLANEOUS.  216. 


HYMi\  216.     C.  M. 
Ms;ht  Tlwiio-ht. 


^':5' 


1  fTOW  can  I  sleep  when  angels  sing, 

And  all  the  saints  on  high 
Cry  gloiT  to  the  eternal  King, 
The  Lamb  that  once  did  die  ^ 

2  When  guardian  angels  fill  the  room, 

And  hov'ring  round  my  hed, 
Clap  their  glad  wings  in  love  to  him 
i  Who  is  my  glorious  Head  ; 

3  O  how  can  I  inactive  lie, 

And  thoughtless  all  the  night,  { 

When  those  celestial  spirits  praise  ■ 

The  Lord  with  all  their  might.  \ 

4  Those  joyful  spirits  never  sleep  ;  j 

Their  love  is  always  new ;  { 

Then,  O  my  soul  no  longer  cease  ! 

To  love  and  praise  him  too.  | 

5  For  I  of  all  the  race  that  fell,  \ 

Or  ail  the  heav'niy  host,  j 

Have  greatest  cause  with  humble  soul    '  i 

I  To  love  and  praise  him  most.  '^^ 

1^6  Did  God  the  Father  love  men  so,  i 

As  to  bestow  his  Son  ! 


A  ransom,  sinners  to  redeem, 
And  save  from  wrath  to  come  ! 


217.  MISCELLANEOUS. 


7  No  longer  then  will  I  lie  here, 
But  rise,  to  praise  and  pray  ; 
And  join  to  sing,  while  I  enjoy 
A  glimpse  of  heav'nly  day. 

HYMN  217.     L.   M. 

The  mercy  seat. 

1  Xj^ROM  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 

From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat, 
'Tirs  found  beneath  the  Mercy  Seat. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads, 
A  peace,  than  all  besides  more  sweet, 
It  is  the  blood-bought  Mercy  Seat,  | 

3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend,  j 
Wl^^re  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend;  j 
Though  sunder'd  far,  by  faith  they  meet  '. 
Around  one  common  Mercy  Seat.  \ 


4  Ah  whither  could  we  flee  for  aid  ] 
When  tempted,  desolate,  dismay'd,  -  \ 
Or  how  the  hosts  of  hell  defeat  ! 

Had  suffering  saints  no  Mercy  Seat.  ] 

5  There,  there,  on  eagle  wing  we  soar,  '■ 
And  sin  and  sense  seem  all  no  more,  ■] 
And  Heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to| 
And  glory  crowns  the  Mercy  Seat,  [greetj  ■ 


MISCELLANEOUS.  210. 

6  O  let  my  hand  forget  her  skill, 
My  tongue  be  silent,  cold,  and  still. 
This  bounding  heart  forget  to  beat 
If  I  forget  the  Mercy  Seat. 

HYMN  218.     7s. 

1  Tl/'HILE  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun, 

Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 
Never  more  to  meet  us  here  ; 
Fixt  in  an  eternal  state. 
They  have  done  with  all  below  ; 
We  a  little  longer  wait, 
But  how  little  none  can  know. 

2  As  the  winged  arrow  flies, 
Speedily  the  mark  to  find  ; 

As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 
Darts,  and  leaves  no  trace  behifill ; 
Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 
Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream  ; 
Upwards,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise, 
All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

3  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive. 
Pardon  of  our  sins  renew  ; 
Teach  us,  henceforth,  how  to  live 
With  eternity  in  view  : 

Bless  thy  word  to  young  and  old. 
Fill  U3  with  a  Saviour's  love  ; 

2J1 


219. MISCELLANEOUS. 

V      ■ ' " 

And  when  life's  short  tale  is  told, 
May  we  dwell  with  thee  above. 

HYMN  219.  8,  7,4s.     {Onginal.) 

1     A  ID  us  O  thou  Holy  Spirit, 
"^  While  thy  words  we  teach  our  youthj 
Let  them  each  thy  grace  inherit, 
Let  them  learn  and  love  the  truth  ; 

Sacred  teacher, 
Pour  thy  light  into  their  souls. 

2  Let  converting  grace  be  given, 

As  they  learn  thy  holy  word. 
Then  shall  they  prepar'd  for  heaven, 
Love  to  obey  and  serve  the  Lord  : 

Great  Jehovah, 
Hear  for  them  our  humble  prayer. 

3  We  will  tell  them  blessed  Jesus, 

Thy  compassion  and  thy  love. 
How  thy  blood  from  mis'ry  frees  us, 
And  prepares  for  joys  above  ; 

O  Redeemer, 
May  they  hear  and  love  thy  name. 

4  O  ye  children  love  the  Saviour, 

Would  you  stand  on  Zion's  hill 
Would  you  dwell  in  bliss  forever, 
Would  you  'scape  the  woes  of  hell  ? 
Then  to  Jesus, 

Conie,  and  live  forevermore  ! 
212 


MISCELLANEOUS.  220. 


HYMN  220.     C.  M.     Tappan. 

^IMT'E  wander  in  a  thorny  maze, 
p  A  vale  of  doubts  and  fears  j 
A  night  illum'd  with  sickly  rays, 

A  wilderness  of  tears  : 
We  wander,  bound  to  empty  show, 

The  slaves  of  boasted  will ; 
We  wander,  dupes  to  hope  untrue, 

And  love  to  wander  still. 

We  wander — while  unfading  joy. 

We  ne'er  with  zest  approve  ; 
The  bliss,  that  sparkles  to  destroy, 

Secures  our  warmest  love. 
Some  syren  leads  our  steps  astray, 

But  speaks  no  peace  within  ; 
We  wander  in  a  flow'ry  way, 

We  wander  heirs  of  sin  ! 

We  wander,  but  tho'  oft  we  roam, 

Led  by  allurements  strong  ; 
Yet  from  our  heav'nly  Father's  home, 

We  would  not  wander  long  ! 
Cleanse  us,  O  Saviour  !  from  this  stain, 

In  mercy's  living  flood  ; 
Restore  the  lost,  and  bring  again 

The  wand'rers  back  to  God. 

213 


2^,  222.  MISCELLANEOUS. 


HYMN  221.     L.  M. 

Eteimifij. 

1  J^TERNITY  is  just  at  hand  !— 

And  shall  I  waste  my  ebbing  sand  ; 
And  careless  view  departing  day, 
And  throw  my  inch  of  time  away  ? 

2  But  an  eternity  there  is 

Of  endless  wo,  or  endless  bliss  ; 
And  swift  as  time  fulfils  its  round, 
We  to  eternity  are  bound. 

3  What  countless  millions  of  mankind 
Have  left  this  fleeting  world  behind  ! 
They're  gone  !  but  where  ? — ah,  pause 
Gone  to  a  long  eternity.  [and  see, 

4  Sinner  !  canst  thou  for  ever  dwell 
In  all  the  fiery  deeps  of  hell  ; 
And  is  death  nothing,  then  to  theo 
Death,  and  a  dread  eternity  ? 

HYMN  222.     8,  7s.     Toplady, 

Faith  fainiing. 
I  "pNCOMPASS'D  with  clouds  of  dis- 
Just  ready  all  hope  to  resign,  [tress, 
I  pant  for  the  light  of  thy  face. 

And  fear  it  will  never  be  mine  ; 
Disheartened  with  waiting  so  long, 
1  s  ink  at  thy  feet  with  my  load  : 
214 


MISCELLANEOUS.  223.' 

All-plaintive  I  pour  out  my  song, 

And  stretch   forth  my  hand  unto  God. 

2  If  sometimes  I  strive,  as  I  mourn, 

My  hold  on  thy  promise  to  keep, 
The  billows  more  fiercely  return. 

And  plunge  me  again  in  the  deep  : 
While  harass'd  and  cast  from  thy  sight, 

The  tempter  suggests  with  a  roar, 
"  The  Lord  has  forsaken  thee  quite  : 

Thy  God  will  be  gracious  no  more." 

3  Shine,  Lord,  and  my  terrors  shall  cease  ; 

The  blood  of  atonement  apply  ; 
\nd  lead  me  to  Jesus  for  peace, 

The  rock  that  is  higher  than  I 
Almighty  to  rescue  thou  art  : 

Thy  grace  is  my  shield  and  my  tow'r; 
Come  succor  and  gladden  my  heart. 

Let  this  be  the  day  of  thy  pow'r. 

HYMN  223.     L.  U. 

1  T^HF.  morning  flowers  display  their  sweet 

And  gay  their  silken  leaves  unfold, 
As  careless  of  the  noontide  heats. 
As  fearless  of  the  ev'ning  cold 

2  Nipt  by  the  wind's  untimely  blast, 

Parch'd  by  the  sun's  directer  ray, 
The  momentary, glories  waste, 
«  .    The  short-livM  beauties  dig  awny.     . 


224.  MISCELLANEOUS. 


8  So  blooms  the  human  face  divine, 

When  youth  its  pride  of  beauty  shows: 
Fairer  than  spring  the  colours  shine, 
And  sweeter  than  the  virgin-rose. 

4  Or  worn  by  slowly-rolling  years, 
Or  broke  by  sickness  in  a  day, 
The  fading  glory  disappears, 

The  short-liv'd  beauties  die  away. 

6  Yet  these,  new-rising  from  the  tomb, 
With  lustre  brighter  far  shall  shine. 
Revive  with  ever-during  bloom, 
Safe  from  diseases  and  decline, 

6  Let  sickness  blast,  \ei  death  devour. 

If  heaven  shall  recompense  our  pains  : 
Perish  the  grass,  and  fade  the  flower, 
If  firm  the  word  of  God  remains. 

HYMN  224.     lis.     JaifsCol 
Church  in  Jfflldion.     Isaiah  xlix.  14 17. 

5   /"^  ZION,  afflicted  with  wave  upon  wave, 
^  Whom  no  man  can  comfort,  whom  no  man  can 
With  darkness  surrounded,  by  terrors  dismay'd,  [save: 
In  toihng  and  rowing  thy  strength  is  decay 'd. 

2  Loud  roaring,  tlie  billows  now  nigh  overwhelm, 
But  skilful's  the  pilot  who  sits  at  the  helm : 
His  wisdom  conducts  thee,  his  pow'r  thee  defends  : 
la  safety  and  quiet  the  warfare  be  ends. 

S  O  fearful !  O  faithless  !  in  mercy  he  cries  ; 
My  promise,  my  truth,  are  they  hght  in  tliine  eyes  1J 


MISCELLANEOUS.  225 

'     Still,  still  I  am  with  tliee,  my  promise  shall  stand ; 
f.      Thro'  tempest  and  tossing  I'll  bring  thee  to  land. 

4  Forget  thee  I  will  not,  I  cannot ;  thy  name 
Engrav'd  on  my  heart  doth  forever  remain ; 
The  palms  of  my  hands  while  I  look  on  I  see 
The  wounds  I  received,  when  sufF'ring  for  thee. 

5  [I  feel  at  my  heart  all  thy  sighs  and  thy  groans, 
For  thoii  art  most  near  me,  my  ftesh  and  my  bones; 
In  all  thy  distresses  thy  head  feels  the  pain. 

Yet  all  are  most  neediul,  not  one  is  in  vain,] 

6  Then  trust  me,  and  fear  not,  thy  life  is  secure ; 
My  wisdom  is  perfect,  supreme  is  my  pow'r  j 
In  love  I  correct  thee  thy  soul  to  refine, 

To  make  thee  at  length  in  my  likeness  to  shine. 

HYMN   225.     7s.     JVewton. 

Self  Examination . 

1  '^piS  a  point  I  long  to  know, 

Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought  • — 
Do  I  love  the  Lord,  or  no  .'' 
Am  I  his,  or  am  I  not  ?  ■' 

2  If  I  love,  why  am  I  thus  ? 

Why  this  dull,  this  lifeless  frame  ? 
Hardly,  sure,  can  they  be  worse  ; 
Who  have  never  heard  his  name. 

3  Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 
Pray'r  a  task  and  burden  prove — 
Ev'ry  trifle  give  me  pain — 

If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love  } 

K  217 


226. MISCELLANEOUS. 

4  When  I  turn  my  eyes  within, 
All  is  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild  ; 
FilPd  with  unbelief  and  sin- 
Can  I  deem  myself  a  child  ? 

5  If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read. 
Sin  is  mix'd  with  all  I  do  ; 

You  who  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
Tell  me — is  it  so  with  you. 

6  Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 
Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall  ; 
Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all  ? 

7  Could  I  joy  his  saints  to  meet. 
Choose  the  ways  I  once  abhorr'd — 
Find,  at  times,  the  promise  sweet. 
If  I  did  not  love  the  Lord  ? 

8  Lord,  decide  tne  doubtful  case  ! 
Thou  who  art  thy  people's  sun  ; 
Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace. 
If  it  be  indeed  begun, 

9  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more. 
If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray  ; 

If  I  have  not  lov'd  before. 
Help,  me  to  begin  to-day. 

HYMN  22Q.     P.  M. 

i  T^HEN  shall  we  three  meet  again  ? 
"'  When  shall  we  three  meet  again  ? 
218 


MISCELLANEOUS.  227 

Oft  shall  glowing  hope  aspire, 
Oft  shall  wearied  love  retire  ; 
Oft  shall  death  and  sorrow  reign, 
Ere  we  three  shall  meet  again. 

2  Though  in  distant  lands  we  sigh, 
Parch'd  beneath  a  hostile  sky  ; 
Though  the  deep  between  us  rolls, 
Friendship  shall  unite  our  souls  ; 
And  in  fancy's  wide  domain. 

Oft  shall  we  three  meet  again. 

3  When  our  burnish'd  locks  are  grey, 
Thinn'd  by  many  a  toil  spent  day  ; 
When  around  this  youthful  pine. 
Moss  shall  creep  and  ivy  twine  ; 
(Long  may  this  lov'd  bower  remain  ;) 
Here  may  we  three  meet  again. 

4  When  the  dreams  of  life  are  fled, 
When  its  wasted  lamps  are  dead, 
When,  in  cold  oblivion's  shade, 
Beauty,  wealth,  and  fame  arc  laid  ; 
Where  immortal  spirits  reign. 
There  may  we  all  meet  again. 

HYMN  227.  8,  7,  4s.     {Otigiml) 

1  ¥N  thy  temple.  Great  Jehovah  \ 
May  our  humble  praises  rise  r 
We  in  joyful  strains  adore  Thee, — 
Strains  ascending  to  the  skies  ; 

21;^ 


228.  MISCELLANEOUS. 

With  thanksgiving 
To  our  Sovereign  and  our  Friend. 

2  Thou  hast  pour'd  thy  gifls  around  us, 

With  a  liberal,  bounteous  hand  ; 
With  thy  goodness  thou  hast  crowned  us; 

Peace  and  plenty  through  ♦.he  land, 
Call  for  praises 
To  thy  great  and  holy  name. 

3  But  how  high  our  anthems  swelling 

Should  ascend  before  thy  throne, 
That  from  thine  eternal  dwelling. 

Thou  hast  sent  thy  dearest  Son, 
Here  to  suffer 
For  the  ruined  race  of  man. 

4  Oh  !  assist  us,  ye  bright  choirs  ! 

Who  surround  the  throne  above  ! 
Louder  strike  your  golden  lyres  ! 

Louder  hymn  redeeming  love  ! 
Great  Redeemer, 
Hear  our  thankful  notes  below. 

HYMN  228.     7s.     Coiope^\ 

Lovest  thou  me  ?     John  xxi.  16. 
1   XTARK,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord  ; 
•*•      'Tis  thy  Saviour,  hear  his  wore  ; 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee  : 
"  Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  ? 
?20 


MISCELLAyEOUS. 229. 

2  "  I  deliver'd  thee,  when  bound, 
"And,  when  bleeding,  heal'd  thy  wound, 
"  Sought  thee  wand'ring,  set  thee  right, 
"  Turn'd  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3  "  Can  a  woman's  tender  care 

"  Cease  towards  the  child  she  bare  ? 
"  Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be, 
"  Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

4  "  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 

"  Higher  than  the  heights  above  ; 
"Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath — 
"  Free  and  faithful — strong  as  death. 

5  "  Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 

"  When  the  work  of  grace  is  done  ; 

"  Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be, 

"  Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  ?" 

6  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint. 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint  ; 
Yet  I  love  thee,  and  adore, 

O  for  grace  to  love  thee  more  ! 

HYMN  229.     12s. 
The  voice  of  free  grace. 

1  rilHE  voice  of  free  grace, cries  escape  to  the  mountain. 
X  For  Adam's  lost  race,  Christ  has  opened  a  fountain, 
For  sin,  and  transgression,  and  every  pollution; 
ITie  blood  flows  most  freely  in  streams  of  salvation. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb  loho  has  bless'd  us  with  pardon, 
And  we'll  praise  him  again  when  we  pass  ov&'  Jordan. 

221 


230.  MISCELLANEOUS. 

-^  ''~  •-, 

2  This  fountain  so  clear,  in  which  all  may  find  pardon. 
From  Jesus's  side  flows  a  plenteous  redemption  ; 
ThciUgh  your  sins  were  as  great  and  high  as  a  mountain, 
The  blood  it  flows  freely,  in  streams  of  salvation. 
Hallelujah,  ^c. 

3  O  Jesug*  ride  on  !  thy  kingdom  is  glorious  ; 

Over  sin,  death  and  hell  thou  wilt  make  us  victorious^ 
Thy  name  shall  be  prais'd  in  the  great  congregation. 
And  saints  shall  delight  in  ascribing  salvation. 
Hallelujah,  ^c. 

4  When  on  Zion  we  stand,  having  gain'd  the  blest  shore. 
With  our  harps  in  our  hand,  we  will  praise  evermo.-e 
We'll  range  the  blest  fields,  on  the  banks  of  the  river. 
And  sing  hallelujah  for  ever  and  ever. 

Hallelujah,  §-c. 

HYMN  230.     C.  M. 

As  many  as  I  love  I  rebuke  and  chasten. 
Rev.  iv.  19. 

1  r^OME,  ye  that  doubt  Jehovah's  love, 

Because  you're  sore  distrest, 
Here  is  a  cordial  from  above 
To  ease  your  troubled  breast. 

2  Thus  saith  the  Lord,  the  Only  Wise — 

'^1  will  my  children  prove, 
"  I  will  rebuke,  I  will  chastise 
"  As  many  as  I  love. 

5  "  m  punish  and  subdue  their  pride, 

"  I  will  be  known  their  God  ; 
"  Love  to  their  precious  souls  shall  guide^ 
"  My  sin-avenging  rod. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  ^3L 


4  "  To  them  I'll  manifest  my  care, 

^'  As  faithful  fathers  do, 
^'  I'll  teach  them  reverence  and  fear, 
"And  they  shall  love  me  too. 

5  ^\  Thus  will  I  save  their  souls  from  Heil, 

"  And  bring  them  safe  to  Heaven  : 
*•  There  shall  they  love   and  praise  me 
"  For  each  correction  given." —  [well 

6  Cheer  up,  my  soul,  and  hope  anew, 

For  Heaven  rebukes  thy  moan  ; 
Cheer  up,  and  learn  obedience  too, 
And  live  by  faith  alone. 

HYMN  231.     P.  M. 

1  f^OME,  my  brethren  let  us  try, 

For  a  little  season  ; 
Every  burden  to  lay  by. 
Come,  and  let  us  reason. 

2  What  is  this  that  casts  you  down, 

What  is  this  that  grieves  you  ? 
Speak  and  let  the  worst  be  known, 
Speaking  may  relieve  you. 

3  Think  on  what  your  Saviour  bore, 

In  the  gloomy  garden  ; 
Sweating  blood  from  every  pore, 
Crying,  O  my  Father. 

4  See  him  nailed  to  the  tree, 

Bleeding,  groaning,  dying. 


232.  MISCELLANEOUS. 


5See  he  suffered  this  for  you 
Therefore  be  believing. 

5  Joseph  took  his  body  down, 

Shrouded  it  in  linen  ; 
Laid  it  in  the  silent  tomb, 
And  returned  mournini?. 
^-   °     . 

6  Soon  he  rises  from  the  tomb, 

Angels  fly  from  glory  ; 
O  what  glory  shone  around. 
Hallelujah,  glory. 

7  Brethren,  don't  you  fe^l  the  flame  ? 

Sisters,  don't  you  love  him  ? 
Let  us  join  to  praise  his  name  ; 
Let  us  never  grieve  him. 

8  Soon  we'll  meet  to  part  no  more, 

Soon  we'll  be  in  heaven  ; 
There  to  join  with  those  above. 
And  forever  praise  him. 

HYMN    232.  C.  M. 

Arise  and  Shine . 
1     4  RISE  and  shine,  O  Zion  fair, 
"^  Behold  thy  light  is  come. 
Thy  glorious  conqu'ring  King  is  near, 

To  take  his  exiles  home  : 
The  trumpet's  thund'ring  thro'  the  sky 

To  set  poor  sinners  free  : 
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MISCELLANEOUS.  232. 

The  day  of  wonders  now  is  nigh, 
The  year  of  Jubilee. 

2  Ye  heralds  blow  your  trumpets  loud, 

Throughout  the  earth  and  sky  ; 
Go  speak  the  news  from  pole  to  pole, 

Behold  the  judgment's  nigh  : 
Put  out  the  sun,  burn  up  the  earth. 

Consume  the  rolling  flood, 
Whilst  ev'ry  star  shall  disappear, 

The  moon  turn  into  blood. 

3  Arise  ye  nations  under  ground. 

Before  the  Judge  appear  ; 
All  tongues,  all  languages  shall  come, 

Their  final  doom  to  hear  ; 
King  Jesus  on  his  dazzling  throne. 

Ten  thousand  angels  round  ; 
While  Gabriel  with  his  silver  trump. 

Echoes  the  dreadful  sound. 

4  The  glorious  news  of  gospel  grace 

With  sinners  now  is  o'er  ; 
The  trump  in  Zion  now  is  still. 

And  to  be  blown  no  more  : 
The  watchmen  all  have  left  their  walls, 

And  with  their  flocks  above  ; 
On  Canaan's  happy  shore  they  sing. 

And  shout  redeeming  love. 

5.  Come,  all  ye  pilgrims  of  the  Lord, 
Whose  hearts  are  join'd  in  one  ; 


£33.  MISCELLANEOUS. 


Hold  up  your  hands  with  courage  bold, 

Your  race  is  almost  run  :  j 

Above  the  clouds  behold  him  stand,  ! 

And  smiling,  bid  you  come  :  ^ 

While  angels  beckon  you  away,  1 
To  your  eternal  home . 

6  To  see  a  pilgrim  as  he  dies,  I 

With  glory  in  his  view  ;  i 

To  heav'n  he  lifts  his  longing  eyes,  1 

And  bids  the  world  adieu  :  *  j 
While  friends  stand  weeping  all  around,      i 

And  loath  to  let  him  go,  ; 
He  shouts  with  his  expiring  breath, 

And  leaves  them  all  below. 

7  O  Christians  !  are  you  ready  now, 

To  cross  the  narrow  flood  ? 
On  Canaan's  happy  shore  behold. 

And  see  a  smiling  God  ? 
The  dazzling  charms  of  that  bright  world, 

Attract  my  soul  above  : 
My  tongue  shall  shout  redeeming  grace, 

When  perfected  in  love. 

HYMN.  233.     L.  M, 

1  XrOUNG  people  all,  attention  give. 

While  I  address  you  inGod^sname, 
Ye  who  in  sin  and  folly  live. 

Come  yield  to  wisdom's  dearer  claim. 
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MISCELLANEOUS. 233. 

2  I've  sought  for  bliss  in  glittering  toys, 

And  rang'd  the  luring  scenes  of  vice, 
But  never  knew  substantial  joys. 
Until  I  heard  my  Saviour's  voice. 

3  He  spake  at  once  my  sins  forgiven, 

And  took  my  load  of  guilt  away, 
He  gave  me  glory,  peace  and  heaven. 
And  thus  I  found  the^heavenly  way. 

»4  And  now,  with  trembling  sense  I  view 
The  billows  roll  beneath  your  feet. 
For  death  eternal  waits  for  you. 

Who  slight  the  gospel's  accents  sweet. 

5  Youth,  like  the  spring,  will  soon  be  gone, 

By  fleeting  time,  or  conquering  death. 
Your  morning  sun  may  set  at  noon, 
And  pale  diseases  steal  your  breath. 

6  Ye  heedless  ones,  that  widely  stroll. 

The  grave  will  soon  become  your  bed. 
Where  darkness  reigns  and  vapours  roll 
In  solemn  silence  round  your  head. 

7  Your  friends  will  pass  the  lonesome  place, 

And  with  a  sigh  move  slow  along, 
Still  gazing  on  the  spires  of  grass. 
With  which  your  graves  are  overgrown. 

8  Your  souls  will  wake  from  worldly  dreams, 

Where  vengeance  reigns,  and  billows 
roar.  227 


234.  MISCELLANEOUS. 


And  roll  amid  the  burning  flames, 

When  thousand,  thousand  years  are    . 
o'er. 

9  There  wrapt  in  shades  of  rayless  night, 
To  groan  and  weep  in  ceaseless  pain, 
And  never  more  behold  the  Jight, 


And  never,  never  rise  a 


gam. 


10  Ye  blooming  youth,  this  is  the  state 

Of  all  who  do  free  grace  refuse  ; 
And  soon  with  you  'twill  be  too  late, 
The  way  of  life  in  Christ  to  choose. 

1 1  Jome,  lay  your  carnal  weapons  by, 

No  longer  fight  against  your  Lord, 
Jut  with  the  Gospel  now  comply, 
And  heaven  shall  be  your  great  reward. 

HYMN  234.     P.  M. 

"OLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow, 
The  gladly  solemn  sound  ; 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound  ; 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

2  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 
Hath  full  atonement  made  : 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest, 

Ye  mourning  souls  be  glad  *,. 
228 


MISCELLANEOUS.  234 


The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ;  > 

Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home.  | 


Extol  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  all-atoning  Lamb  ;  I 

Redemption  in  his  blood  \ 

Throughout  the  world  proclaim  ;  I 

The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ;  | 

Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home.  I 

Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell,  | 

Your  liberty  receive;  f 

And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell. 
And  blest  in  Jesus  live  ; 

The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 

Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home . 

Ye  who  have  sold  for  nought 

Your  heritage  above, 
Shall  have  it  back  unbought, 

The  gift  of  Jesus'  love  ; 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

The  Gospel  trumpet  hear. 

The  news  of  heavenly  grace  ; 
And,  sav'd  from  earth,  appear 

Before  your  Saviour's  face  ; 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

229  . 


235.  MISCELLANEOUS. 


HYMN  235.     L.  M. 


1  /^OME,  Saviour,  Jesus,  from  above  ! 

Assist  me  with  thy  heavenly  grace  ; 
Kmpty  my  heart  of  earthly  love, 
And  for  thyself  prepare  the  place. 

2  O  let  thy  sacred  presence  fill, 

And  set  my  longing  spirit  free  ; 
Which  pants  to  have  no  other  will, 
But  night  and  day  to  feast  on  thee. 

3  While  in  this  region  here  below, 

No  other  good  will  I  pursue  : 
I'll  bid  this  world  of  noise  and  show,  , 
With  all  its  glitt'ring  snares,  adieu. 

4  That  path  with  humble  speed  I'll  seek, 

In  which  my  Saviour's  footsteps  shine, 
Nor  will  I  hear,  nor  will  I  speak. 
Of  any  other  love  but  thine. 

5  Henceforth  may  no  profane  delight 

Divide  this  consecrated  soul  ; 
Possess  it  thou,  who  hast  the  right, 
As  Lord  and  Master  of  the  whole. 

6  Nothing  on  earth  do  I  desire, 

But  thy  pure  love  within  my  breast  ; 
This,  only  this,  will  I  require. 
And  freely  give  up  all  the  rest. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  236,  237. 

HYMN  236.     8,  7,  4s. 

1  T  ORD,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 

Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace  ; 
Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  : 

O  refresh  us, 
Travelling  thro'  this  wilderness. 

2  Thanks,  we  give  and  adoration, 

For  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound  : 

May  thy  presence, 
With  us  evermore  be  found  ! 

3  So,  whene'er  the  signal's  given, 

lis  from  earth  to  call  away  ; 
Borne  on  angels'  wings  to  heaven, 
Glad  to  lefwe  this  cumb'rous  clay, 

May  we  ready 
Rise,  and  reign  in  endless  day  ! 

HYMN  237.     C.  M. 

Providing  Bags  that  wax  not  old. 
'  Luke  xii.  33. 
1   "V'ES,  there  are  joys  that  cannot  dio, 

With  God  laid  up  in  store  ; 
•  Treasures  beyond  the  changing  sky,      .. 
Brighter  than  golden  ore. 

231  ,^ 


238.  IMISCELLANEOUS. 

2  The  seeds  whicli  pietj  and  love 

Have  scalter'd  here  below, 
In  the  fair  fertile  fields  above 
To  ample  harvests  grow. 

3  The  mite  my  willing  hands  can  give    • 

At  Jesus'  feet  I  lay  : 
Grace  shall  the  hnnible  gift  receive, 
And  grace  at  large  repay. 

HYMN  233.     C.  I\i.  ' 

The    Conversion  of  Sinners,  a  Matter  for 
Prayer  and  Praise. 

1  nnHERE'S  joy  in  heaven,  and  joy  on. 

When  prodigals  return,  [earth, 

To  see  desponding  souls  rejoice, 
And  haughty  sinners  mourn. 

2  ^  Come,  saints,   and  hear  what  God  has 

Is  a  reviving  sound  ;  [done, 

O  may  it  spread  from  sea  to  sea, 
E'en  all  the  globe  around  ! 

.3  Often,  O  Sovereign  Lord,  renew 
The  wonders  of  this  day  ; 
That  Jesus  here  may  see  his  seed, 
And  Satan  lose  his  prey. 

4  Great  God,  the  work  is  all  thine  own, 

Thine  be  the  praises  too  ; 
Let  every  heart  and  every  tongue 
Give  thee  the  glory  due, 
232 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


HYMN  239.     L.   M. 

Prayer  forDeUverance  from  theFcar  of  Death. 

1  f\  GOD  of  Love  ;  with  cheering  ray 

Gild  my  expiring  streak  of  day  ; 
Thy  love,  through  each  revolving  year, 
Has  wip'd  away  affliction's  tear. 

2  Free  me  from  death's  terrific  gloom, 
And  all  the  guilt  which  shrouds  the  tombj 
Heighten  my  joys,  support  my  head, 
Before  I  sink  among  the  dead. 

3  May  death  conclude  my  toils  and  tears  ! 
INIay  death  destroy  my  sins  and  fears  ! 
May  death,  through  Jesus,  be  my  friend! 
May  death  be  life,  when  life  shall  end  ! 

4  Crown  my  last  moment  with  thy  pow'r — 
The  latest  in  my  latest  hour  ; 

Then  to  the  raptur'd  heights  I  soar, 
Where  fears  and  death  are  known  no 
more. 

HYMN  240.     C.  M. 

Vidoinj  over  Death  through  Christ. 
1  Cor.  XV.  57. 
1  T^HEN  death  appears  before  my  sight  t 
In  all  his  dire  array, 
Unequal  to  the  dreadful  fight, 
My  courage  dies  away. 


240.  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  But  see  my  glorious  Leader  nigh  ! 

My  Lord — my  Saviour  lives  ; 
Before  him  death's  pale  terrors  fly, 
And  my  faint  heart  revives. 

3  He  left  his  dazzling  throne  above  ; 

He  met  the  tyrant's  dart  ; 
And  (oh,  amazing  power  of  love  !) 
Receiv'd  it  in  his  heart. 

4  No  more,  O  grim  destroyer  !  boast 

Thy  universal  sway  ; 
To  heaven-born  souls  thy  sting  is  lost ; 
Thy  night  the  gates  of  day. 

5  Lord,  I  commit  my  soul  to  thee  ; 

Accept  the  sacred  trust ; 
Receive  this  nobler  part  of  me, 
And  watch  my  sleeping  dust ;  , 

6  Till  that  illustrious  morning  come, 

When  all  thy  saints  shall  rise, 
And,  cloth'd  in  full  immortal  bloom, 
Attend  thee  to  the  skies  : 

7  When  thy  triumphant  armies  sing 

The  honours  of  thy  name. 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  glory  to  the  Lamb  ; 

8  Oh,  let  me  join  the  raptur'd  lays  ! 

And  with  the  blissful  throng 
234 


i 


MISCELLANEOUS.  241. 

Resound  salvation,  power,  and  praise, 
In  everlasting  song. 

HYMN  241.     P.M. 

Q  GLORIOUS  hope  of  perfect  love, 
Which  lifts  my  heart  to  things  above, 

It  bears  on  eagles'  wings  ; 
It  gives  myravish'd  soul  a  taste. 
And  makes  me  for  some  moments  feast 

With  Jesus,  priests  and  kings. 

The  things  eternal  I  pursue, 
A  happiness  beyond  the  view 

Of  those  who  basely  pant 
For  things  by  nature  felt  and  seen 
Their  honours,wealth  and  pleasures  mean 

I  neither  love  nor  want. 

Nothing  on  earth  I  call  my  own, 
4.  stranger  to  the  world  unknown, 

I  all  their  goods  despise  ; 
I  trample  on  their  whole  delight, 
And  seek  a  country  out  of  sight, 

A  country  in  the  skies. 

There  is  my  house  and  portion  fair, 
INIy  treasure  and  my  heart  is  there, 

And  my  abiding  home  ; 
For  me  my  elder  brethren  stay, 
And  angels  beckon  me  away. 

And  Jesus  bids  me  come . 

235 


242.  MISCELLANEOUS. 

5  I  come,  thy  servant,  Lord,  replies, 
I  come  to  meet  thee  in  the  skies. 

And  claim  my  heav'nly  rest ; 
Then  let  the  pilgrim's  journey  end, 
And  O  my  Saviour,  Brother  Friend,  ' 

Receive  me  to  thy  breast. 

HYMN  242.     C.  M.    Watts. 
Decrees  of  God. 

1  'IZ'EEP  silence — all  created  things, 

And  wait  your  Maker's  nod  : 
My  soul  stands  trembling,  while  she  sings 
The  honors  of  her  God. 

2  Life,  death,  and  hell,  and  worlds  unknown 

Hang  on  his  firm  decree  ; 

He  sits  on  no  precarious  throne, 

Nor  borrows  leave — to  be. 

3  Chain'd  to  his  throne,  a  volume  lies, 

With  all  the  fates  of  men  : 
With  ev'ry  angel's  form  and  size, 
Drawn  by  th'  eternal  pen. 

4  His  providence  unfolds  the  book, 

And  makes  his  counsels  shine  ; 
Each  op'ning  leaf,  and  ev'ry  stroke, 

Fulfils  some  deep  design. 

•■      • 

5  Here,  he  exalts  neglected  worms 

To  sceptres  and  a  crown  ; 
And  there,  the  following  page  he  turns, 
And  treads  the  monarch  down. 


^ 


MISCELLANEOUS.  213. 


6  Not  Gabriel  asks  the  reason  why, 

Nor  God  the  reason  gives  ; 

Nor  dares  the  fav'rite  angel  pry 

Between  the  folded  leaves. 

7  In  thy  fair  book  of  life  and  grace, 

Oh,  may  I  find  my  name, 
Recorded  in  some  humble  place, 
Beneath  my  Lord — the  Lamb. 

HYMN  243.     L.  M.     Watts. 

1  ^>KERE  is  a  God,  who  reigns  above, 

Lord  of  the  heav'n,and  earth  and  seas; 
I  fear  his  wrath,  I  ask  his  love, 
And  with  my  lips  I  sing  his  praise. 

2  There  is  a  law  which  he  has  writ, 
To  teach  us  all  what  we  must  do  ; 
My  soul,  to  his  commands  submit, 
For  they  are  holy,  just,  and  true. 

3  There  is  a  gospel  rich  in  grace. 
Whence  sinners  all  their  comforts  draw  j 
Lord,  I  repent  and  seek  thy  face. 

For  I  have  often  broke  thy  law. 

4  There  is  an  hour  when  I  must  die, 
Nor  do  I  know  how  soon  'twill  come  ; 
How  many  younger  much  than  I, 
Have  pass'd  by  death  to  hear  their  doom. 

6  Let  me  improve  the  hours  I  have. 
Before  the  day  of  grace  is  fled  ; 

387 


244.  MISCELLANEOUS. 

There's  no  repentance  in  the  grave, 
Nor  pardon  offer'd  to  the  dead. 

HYMN  244.     C.  M.     Medley. 

My  Record  is  on  high.     Job.  xvi.  19. 

1  IVTY  soul,  arise  !  shake  off  thy  fears, 

And  wipe  thy  sorrows  dry  ; 
Jesus  in  heav'n  thy  witness  bears. 
Thy  record  is  on  high. 

2  Above  this  world  of  sins  and  pains, 

Beyond  the  glitt'ring  sky, 
My  witness  still  in  heav'n  remains- 
My  record  is  on  high. 

3  Cheerful  I'll  bow  to  all  his  will. 

And  at  his  footstool  lie  ; 
My  witness  lives  in  heav'n,  and  still 
My  record  is  on  high. 

4  Behold,  my  soul,  whate'er  betides, 

Thou  shalt  not,  canst  not  die  ; 
My  witness  still  in  heav'n  abides — 
My  record  is  on  high. 

5  Thus  while  I  sing  of  Christ,  my  Lord, 

And  angels'  harps  outvie, 
My  witness  lives  in  heav'n  ador'd— 
My  record  is  on  high. 
238 


MISCELLANEOUS.  245. 

HYMN  245.  8,  8,  6s.      Toplady. 

Atonement.     Rom.  iii.  25. 

1  d\  THOU,  that  hear'st  the  pray 'r  of  faith, 

Wilt  thou  not  save  a  soul  from  death, 

That  casts  itself  on  thee  } 
I  have  no  refuge  of  my  own. 
But  fly  to  what  my  Lord  hath  done, 

And  suffer'd  once  for  me. 

2  Slain  in  the  guilty  sinner's  stead. 
His  spotless  righteousness  I  plead, 

And  his  availing  blood  : 
Thy  righteousness  my  robe  shall  be. 
Thy  merit  shall  atone  for  me, 

And  bring  me  near  to  God. 

3  Then  snatch  me  from  eternal  death. 
The  spirit  of  adoption  breathe, 

His  consolations  send  : 
By  him  some  word  of  life  impart, 
And  sweetly  whisper  to  my  heart 

"  Thy  Maker  is  thy  friend." 

4  The  king  of  terrors  then  would  be 
A  welcome  messenger  to  me, 

To  bid  me  come  away  : 
Unclogg'd  by  earth  or  earthly  things, 
I'd  mount,  I'd  fly  with  eager  wings 

To  everlasting  day. 


246. MISCELLANEOUS. 

HYMN  246.     L.  M.     HosUns. 

Whereas  I  urns  blindy  now  I  see.  John  ix.  25. 

1  T^OW  let  my  soul  with  wonder  trace 

The  Saviour's  miracles  of  grace  ; 
Now  let  my  lips  and  life  record 
The  loving-kindness  of  the  Lord. 

2  'Till  late  I  fancied  all  was  well, 
Tho'  walking  in  the  road  to  hell  ; 
But  now,  through  grace  divinely  free, 
I,  who  was  blind,  am  brought  to  see. 

3  Long  had  I  slept  in  nature's  night. 
But  Jesus  came  and  gave  me  light  ! 
Ten  thousand  praises,  Lord,  to  thee, 
That  tho'  born  blind,  yet  now  I  see  ' 

4  Long  had  I  wallow'd  in  my  sin  ; 
Blind  to  the  dangers  I  was  in  ; 

But  now  appeal,  great  God,  to  thee. 
That  tho'  once  blind,  yet  now  I  see  ! 

5  Long  did  I  on  the  law  rely, 

And  pass  the  friend  of  sinners  by  ; 
But,  what  a  glorious  mystery  ! 
Tho'  I  was  blind,  yet  now  I  see  ' 

6  Strengthen,  O  Lord,  my  mental  sight — 
Increase  my  faith,  increase  my  light ; 
Then  shall  I  praise  the  sacred  Three, 
In  time  and  in  eternity. 

240 


MISCELLANEOUS.  247,  2<^ 

A       HYMN  247.     C.  M.     Hoskins. 

*      Ve  must  be  Born  again.     John  iii.  7. 

1  CINNERS,  this  solemn  truth  regard  ) 

Hear,  all  ye  sons  of  men  ; 
For  Christ,  the  Saviour,  hath  declar'd, 
"Ye  must  be  born  again." 

2  Whate'er  might  be  your  birth  or  blood, 

The  sinner's  boast  is  vain  ; 
Thus  saith  the  glorious  Son  of  God, 
"  Ye  must  be  born  again." 

3  Our  nature's  totally  deprav'd — 

The  heart  a  sink  of  sin  ; 
Without  a  change  we  can't  be  sav'd  ; 
*'  Ye  must  be  born  again." 

4  Spirit  of  life,  thy  grace  impart, 

And  breathe  on  sinners  slain  ; 
Bear  witness.  Lord,  in  ev'ry  heart, 
That  we  are  born  again. 

5  Dear  Saviour,  let  us  now  begin 

To  trust  and  love  thy  word  ; 
And,  by  forsaking  ev'ry  sin. 
Prove  we  are  born  of  God. 

HYMN  248.    S.  M.     Kejii. 
Church  coming  up  from  the  Wilderness. 
Cant.  viii.  5. 
1  JpROM  sin's  dark ,  thorny  maze, 
To  Canaan's  fertile  plains, 


249.  MISCELLANEOUS. 

A  trav'lJing  fair  one,  in  distress, 
On  her  beloved  leans. 

2  Thro'  fire  and  flood  she  goes, 

A  weakling  more  than  strong — 
Vents  in  his  bosom  all  her  woes, 
And,  leaning,  moves  along. 

3  When  dangers  round  her  press. 

And  darkness  veils  the  skies. 
She  leans  upon  his  righteousness, 
From  whence  her  hopes  arise. 

4  When  guilt  a  mighty  flood, 

Her  trembling  conscience  pains. 
Then  on  his  peace-procuring  blood 
This  trav'lling  fair  one  leans. 

5  She  views  the  cov'nant  sure  ; 

Hex  hopes  all  centre  there  ; 
And  on  his  bosom  leans  secure, 
Whose  temples  bled  for  her. 

b  O'er  Jordan's  chilling  flood. 
When  call'd  by  death  to  go, 
She,  leaning  on  her  cov'nant  God, 
Shall  pass  triumphant  thro'. 

HYMN  249.  8,  7,  4s.     Mivton. 

Zion's  Increase  prayed  for.     Ps.  Ixxxv. 
1   CAVIOUR,  visit  thy  plantation  ; 
Grant  us.  Lord  a  gracious  rain  ! 
242  ~      '- 


MISCELLANEOUS. 249. 

All  will  come  to  desolation 
M       Unless  thou  return  again. 
m  Lord,  revive  us  ; 

^       All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

2  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance  ; 

Shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
Lest,  for  want  of  thine  assistance, 
Ev'ry  plant  should  dvoop  and  die. 

3  Surely  once  thy  garden  flourish'd  ; 

Ev'ry  part  look'd  gay  and  green  ; 
Then  thy  word  our  spirits  nourish'd  ; 
Happy  seasons  we  have  seen  ! 

4  Younger  plants,  (the  sight  how  pleasant!) 

Covcr'd  thick  with  blossoms  stood  ; 
But  they  cause  us  grief  at  present — 
Frost  has  nippM  them  in  the  bud! 

5  Dearest  Saviour,  hasten  hither  ; 

Thou  canst  make  them  bloom  again  ; 
Oh,  permit  them  not  to  wither  ; 
Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain. 

6  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 

Make  us  prevalent  in  prayers  ; 
Let  each  one,  esteem'd  thy  servant, 
Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snares. 

1  Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power  ; 
Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh  : 

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250.  MISCELLANEOUS. 

And  begin  from  this  good  hour 
To  revive  thy  work  afresh. 

HYMN  250.     L.  M.      CennicJc—aUeret 

Conjiici  between  Flesh  and  Sphit.^om.  vii.l5t 

1  IXOW  sad  and  awful  is  my  state  ! 

The  very  thing  I  do,  I  hate  : 
When  I  to  God  draw  near  in  pray'r, 
I  feel  the  conflict  even  there  ! 

2  I  mourn,  because  I  cannot  mourn, 
I  hate  my  sin,  yet  cannot  turn  ; 

I  grieve,  because  I  cannot  grieve, 
I  hear  the  truth,  but  can't  believe. 

3  Where  shall  so  great  a  sinner  run  * 
I  see  I'm  ruin'd  and  undone  ; 
Dear  Lord,  in  pity  now  draw  near, 
And  banish  ev'ry  rising  fear. 

4  Thy  blood,  dear  Lord,  which  thou  has 
Can  make  this  rocky  heart  to  melt  ;  [spil 
Thy  blood  can  make  me  clean  within — 
Thy  blood  can  pardon  all  my  sin. 

5  'Tis  on  the  atonerfient  of  that  blood, 
I  now  approach  to  thee,  my  God  ; 
This  is  my  hope,  this  is  my  claim, 
Jesus  has  dy'd  and  wash'd  me  clean, 

6  On  this  rich  blood  my  faith  is  found,*' 
And  on  this  hop©  I  fix  my  ground  : 

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MISCELLANEOUS.  251. 

IE.       '  "  '       "  i 

Soon  shall  I  reach  th'  eternal  shore, 
Where  doubts  and  fears  prevail  no  men  „ 

HYMN  251.     8,  7s.     Swain. 

Conversion.     Jer.  xxxi.  3. 
I   ON  the  brink  of  fi'ry  ruin, 

Justice,  with  a  flaming  sword, 
Was  my  guilty  soul  pursuing 
When  I  first  beheld  my  Lord. 

I  [Terrify'd  with  Sinai^s  thunder. 
Straight  I  flew  to  Calvary, 
Where  I  saw  with  love  and  wonder, 
Him  by  faith  who  dy'd  for  me.] 

)  ^^  Sinner,"    he  exclaim'd,    "  IVe    lov*'ti 
"  With  an  everlasting  love  ;  [thee 

**  Justice  has  in  me  approv'd  thee  ; 
"  Thou  shalt  dwell  with  me  above." 

Sweet  as  angels'  notes  in  heaven. 
When  to  golden  harps  they  sound. 

Is  the  voice  of  sins  forgiven, 
To  the  soul  by  Satan  bound. 

Sweet  as  angels'  harps  in  glory, 
Was  that  heav'nly  voice  to  me. 

When  I  saw  my  Lord  before  me 
Bleed  and  die  to  set  me  free  ! 

Saints,  attend  with  holy  wonder  ! 
^  Sinners,  hear  and  sing  his  praise  ; 

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252.  MISCELI.AXEOXTS. 


'Tis  the  God  tlmt  holds  the  thunder 
Shews  hunsclf  the  God  of  grace  ! 

HYMN  252 .     8,8,6s.     Aiwn . 
Everlasting  Covenant.     2  Sam.  xxiii.  5. 

1  "lyrOW  for  a  hymn  of  praise  to  God, 
^^    Ye  trophies  of  a  Saviour's  blood  : 

Join  the  sweet  choir  above  ; 
All  your  harmonious  accents  bring, 
*Wake  ev'ry  high,  celestial  string, 

To  chant  redeeming  love. 

2  Ere  God  pronounc'd  creation  good, 
Or  bade  the  vast,  unbounded  flood 

Thro'  fixed  channels  run  ; 
Ere  light  from  ancient  chaos  sprang, 
Or  angels  earth's  formation  sang. 

He  chose  us  in  his  Son. 

3  Then  was  the  cov'nant  order'd  sure, 
Thro'  endless  ages  to  endure, 

By  Israel's  triune  God  : 
That  none  this  cov'nant  might  evade 
With  oaths  and  promises  'twas  made. 

And  ratify 'd  in  blood. 

4  God  is  the  refuge  of  my  soul, 

Tho'  tempests  rage,  tho'  billows  roll, 

And  hellish  pow'rs  assail : 
Eternal  walls  are  my  defence, 
Environ'd  with  Omnipotence, 
What  foe  can  cro  prevail  ? 
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MISCELLANEOUS,  253. 


.5  Then  let  infernal  legions  roar, 

And  waste  their  cursed,  vengeful  powV  j 

My  soul  their  wrath  disdains  : 
In  God,  my  refuge,  I'm  secure, 
While  cov'nant  promises  endure, 

Or  my  Redeemer  reigns. 

HYMN  253.     C.  M.    Kiii^ht. 


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Death  of  a  Child.     2  Sam.  xii.  22,  23. 
)     A  LAS!  how  chang'd  that  lovely  flow'r, 
"^^ Which  bloom'd  and  cheer'd  my  heart. 
Fair  fleeting  comfort  of  an  hour. 
How  soon  we're  call'd  to  part  ! 

2  And  shall  my  bleeding  heart  arraign 

That  God,  whose  ways  are  love  ? 
Or  vainly  cherish  anxious  pain 
For  her  who  rests  above  ? 

3  No  ! — let  me  rather  humbly  pay 

Obedience  to  his  will. 
And  with  my  inmost  spirit  say, 
The  Lord  is  right'ous  still. 

4  From  adverse  blasts,  and  low'ring  storms,. 

Her  favor'd  soul  he  bore. 
And  with  yon  bright  angelic  forms, 
She  lives,  to  die  no  more. 

5  Why,  should  I  vex  my  heart,  or  fast ; 

No  more  she''ll  visit  me  ; 

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254*  MISCELLANEOUS. 


My  soul  will  mount  to  her  at  last, 
And  I  her  face  shall  see. 

6  Prepare  me,  blessed  Lord,  to  share 
The  bliss  thy  people  prove  ; 
Who  round  thy  glorious  throne  appear, 
And  dwell  in  perfect  love. 

HYMN  254.     C.  M.     Dobell. 

Death  of  a  Child.     1  Sam.  iii.  18. 
1   ^^OD  hath  bereav'd  me  of  my  child  ^ 
His  hand  in  this  IVe  view'd  ; 
It  is  the  Lord,  shall  I  complain  ? 
"  He  doth  what  seems  him  good  !" 

2  I  know  the  Lord  does  all  things  well  j 

His  will  has  always  stood  ; 
It  is  the  Lord,  I  this  can  tell, 
He  doth  what  seems  him  good  ! 

3  'Twas  God  who  gave  my  child  to  me, 

Th'  appointed  time  he  stood  ; 
It  is  the  Lord,  I  plainly  see, 
He  doth  what  seems  him  good  ! 

4  Yet  nature  feels — ^but  ah,  Ae's  gone — 

For  him  my  tears  have  flow'd  ; 
It  is  the  Lord,  his  hand  I  own, 
He  doth  what  seems  him  good. 

5  Support  my  sinking  spirit  up 

Under  this  heavy  load,      ^ 


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MISCELLANEOUS^ ^5. 

i'  •  .     .  "^         =^ 

It  is  the  Lord,  and  he  is  just, 
He  doth  what  seems  him  good. 

6  It  is  on  thee  my  hope  is  stay'd, 

I  know  thou  art  my  God  ; 
It  is  the  Lord,  his  hand  Pll  bless, 
He  doth  what  seems  him  good. 

7  Uphold  me,  Lord,  by  grace  divine, 

And  cleanse  me  with  thy  blood  ; 
I  now  resign  my  all  to  thee, 
[.        Since  all  things  work  for  good. 

HYMN.  ^55.     C.  M.     Olding. 

Death  of  a  young  Person.     Psalm  cii.  23. 

1  IVTY  Father  calls  me  to  his  arms, 

And  willingly  I  go  : 
With  cheerfulness  I  bid  farewell 
To  ev'ry  thing  below. 

•x-v 

2  My  tender  parents,  kind  and  dear 

I  bid  farewell  to  you  ; 
Tho'  nature  feels,  and  I  can  find 
'Tis  hard  to  say,  adieu  ! 

3  Ye  friends  and  kindred  lov'd  me  much, 

Ye  hold  me  near  your  heart  ; 
And  still  I  feel  that  I  can  love. 
And  find  it  hard  to  part. 

4  Ye  brothers,  sisters,  me  you  love, 
>-    And  love  I  also  feel : 

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Q5G.  MISCELLAXr.O-J.S, 


I  see  your  tender  passions  move — 
Your  grief  you  can't  conceal. 

5  But  do  not  weep  or  grieve  for  me 
You  know  I  must  go  home  ; 
I  was  upon  a  visit  here, 
And  now  I  must  return. 

[6  Farewell,  thou  world,  with  all  thy  toys 
For  thou  hast  been  to  me 
A  world  of  transitory  joys. 
Of  sin  and  vanity.] 

HYMN   ^56.  C.  M.   Cruden^altered. 

Death  uncertain.     Eccl.  ix.   10. 

1  /^OME,  O  my  soul,  look  up  and  see 

How  swift  the  moments  run  ! 
Swift  as  the  wheel  of  time  whirls  round 
My  closing  day  brings  on. 

2  Few  clocks,  for  aught  I  know,  may  strike, 

Before  my  funeral  knell. 
Which,  by  its  doleful,  sounding  tongue, 
Shall  my  departure  tell. 

3  *  When  the  grim  king  of  terrors  calls, 

May  I  triumphant  stand  ; 
And  find  my  Saviour  then  my  friend, 
j     To  guide  me  with  his  hand. 

5  Then  shall  my  spirit  soar  away 
To  heav'n,  and  soe  his  fece    . 
25a 


And  sing  with  all  the  ransom'd  throng, 
The  wonders  of  his  grace/ 

HYMN  257.     C.  M.     ^nan. 

Farewell. 

1  "VE  fleeting  charms  of  earth,  farewell ! 

^    Your  springs  of  joy  are  dry  ; 
My  soul  now  seeks  another  home— 
A  brighter  world  on  high. 

2  Farewell,  ye  friends,  whose  tender  care 

Has  long  engag'd  my  love  ; 
Your  fond  embrace  I  now  exchange 
For  better  friends  above. 

3  Cheerful  I  leave  this  vale  of  tears, 

Where  pains  and  sorrows  grow  ; 
Welcome  the  day  that  ends  my  toil, 
And  ev'ry  scene  of  woe. 

4  No  more  shall  sin  disturb  my  breast— 

My  God  shall  frown  no  more  ; 
The  streams  of  love  divine  shall  yield 
Transports  unknown  before. 

5  Fly,  then,  ye  interposing  days- 

Lord,  send  thy  summons  down  ; 
The  hand  that  strikes  me  to  the  dust, 
Shall  raise  me  to  a  crown. 


258,  259.  MISCELLANEOUS. 


HYMN  258.     P.  M:     Pope, 

Dying  Saint  to  his  Soul.  1  Cor.  xv.  54 — 57. 

1  TTITAL  spark  of  heav'nly  flame  ! 

Quit,  O  quit  this  mortal  frame  : 
Trembling,  hoping,  lingering,  flying, 
O  the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dying  ! 
Cease,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  strife, 
And  let  me  languish  into  life. 

2  Hark  !  they  whisper,  angels  say, 
"  Sister  spirit  come  away  ;" 
What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite  ? 
Steals  my  senses,  shuts  my  sight  ? 
Drowns  my  spirit,  draws  tny  breath  ? 
Tell  me,  my  soul,  can  this  be  death  ? 

3  The  world  recedes,  it    disappears  ! 
Heav'n  opens  on  my  eyes — my  ears 
With  sounds  seraphic  ring  ! 

Lend,  lend  your  wings,  I  mount !  I  fly  ! 
O  grave  where  is  thy  victory  .'' 
O  death,  where  is  thy  sting  ? 

HYMN  259.     C.  M.    Steele. 

'     And  yet  there  is  Room.     Luke  xiv.  22. 
1  XTE  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor. 
Behold  a  royal  ^ast ! 
Where  mercy  spreads  her  bount'ousstor$. 
For  ev'ry  humble  guest. 

2oJ! 


MISCELLANEOUS.  259. 


2  See,  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms  ; 
He  calls,  he  bids  you  come  ! 
Guilt  holds  you  back,  and  fear  alarms, 
But  see,  there  yet  is  room  I 

[3  Room  in  the  Saviour's  bleeding  heart 
There  love  and  pity  meet 
Nor  will  he  bid  the  soul  depart, 
That  trembles  at  his  feet.] 

[4  In  him  the  Father  reconcil'd, 
Invites  your  souls  to  come  : 
The  rebel  shall  be  calPd  a  child, 
And  kindly  welcom'd  home.] 

5  O  come,  and  with  his  children  taste 

The  blessings  of  his  love  : 
While  hope  attends  the  sweet  repast 
Of  nobler  joys  above. 

6  There,  with  united  heart  and  voice, 

Before  th'  eternal  throne, 
Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice, 
In  exstacies  unknown. 

7  And  yet  ten  thousand  thousand  more 

Are  welcome  still  to  come  ; 
Ye  longing  souls,  the  grace  adore. 
Approach,  there  yet  is  room  ! 

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^60,  261.  MISCEFJ  \XEOTJS. 


HYMN  260.     S.  M.  Dobell 

Behold  nowis  the  accepted  Time.  2  Cor.  vi.  2 

1  TW'OW  is  th'  accepted  time, 

Now  is  the  day  of  grace  ; 

Now,  sinners,  come  without  delay, 

And  seek  the  Saviour's  face. 

2  Now  is  the  accepted  time, 

The  Saviour  calls  to-day  ; 
To-morrow  it  may  be  too  late, 
Then  why  should  you  delay  ? 

8  Now  is  th'  accepted  time,  , 

The  gospel  bids  you  come  ; 
And  ev'ry  promise  in  his  word 
Declares  there  yet  is  room. 

4  Lord,  draw  reluctant  souls, 

And  feast  them  with  thy  love  ; 
Then  will  the  angels  clap  their  wings, 
And  bear  the  news  above. 

5  At  length  around  thy  throne 

They  shall  thy  face  behold  ; 
While  thro'  eternity  they'll  strive 
Their  raptures  to  unfold. 

HYMN  261.    P.M. 

The  Jyeio  Convert. 
1  Q  HOW  happy  are  they 


Who  their  Saviour  obey, 


MISCELLANEOUS.  261 


And  have  laid  up  their  treasures  above 

Tongue  can  never  express 

The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 
Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love  !  | 

That  sweet  comfort  was  mine, 

When  the  favour  divine 
I  soon  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  ; 

When  at  first  I  believ'd, 

What  true  joy  I  receiv'd, 
What  a  heaven  in  Jesus's  name  . 

'Twas  a  heaven  below, 

My  Redeemer  to  know  ; 
And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more. 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet, 

And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  Lover  of  sinners  adore. 

Jesus  all  the  day  long. 

Was  my  joy  and  my  song  ; 
O  that  all  his  salvation  might  see  ! 

He  hath  loved  me,  I  cried, 

He  hath  sufFer'd  and  died. 
To  redeem  such  a  rebel  as  me. 

(On  the  wings  of  his  love, 

I  was  carri'd  above 
All  my  sin,  aad  temptation,  and  pain  ', 

And  I  could  not  believe 

That  I  ever  should  grieve, 
That  I  ever  should  suffer  again.  ^ 

3K 


263. MISCELLANEOLfg. 

6  I  then  rode  on  the  sky, 
Freely  justifi'd  I, 

Nor  did  envy  Elijah  his  seat ; 

My  glad  soul  mounted  higher 

In  a  chariot  of  fire, 
And  the  world  was  quite  under  my  feet.) 

7  O  !  the  rapturous  height 
Of  that  holy  delight, 

Which  I  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood  ! 

Of  my  Saviour  possest, 

I  was  perfectly  blest, 
As  if  fill'd  with  the  fulness  of  God. 

HYMN  262.     L.   M. 

1  ^OME,  ye  that  love  the  Lord  indeed. 

Who  are  from  sin  and  bondage  freed  ; 
Submit  to  all  the  ways  of  God, 
And  walk  this  narrow  happy  road. 

2  Great  tribulation  you  shall  meet. 

But  soon  you'll  walk  the  golden  street  : 
Though  hell  may  rage  and  vent  her  spite, 
Yet  Christ  will  save  his  heart's  delight. 

3  The  happy  day  will  soon  appear. 
When  Gabriel's  trumpet  you  shall  hear 
Sound  thro'  the  earth  yea,  down  to  hell, 
To  call  the  nations  great  and  small. 

4  Behold  the  skies  in  burning  flame. 
The  trumpet  louder  still  proclaim, 

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SIISCELLANEOUS.  265: 

5.-' '      -   ■  ■        ■  t 

The    world   must   hear  and  know  their 
!     The  separation  day  is  come.  [doom, 

5  Behold  the  righteous  marching  home, 
And  all  the  angels  bid  them  come  ;] 
While  Christ  the  Judge  their  joy  pro- 
claims, [names. 

Here    comes  my  saints,    I  know  their 

6  Ye  everlasting  doors,  fly  wide, 
Make  ready  to  receive  my  bride  ; 

Ye  harps  of  heaven,  come,  sound  aloud, ' 
Here  comes  the  purchase  of  my  blood. 

7  In  grandeur  see  the  royal  line, 
Whose  glitt'ring  robes  the  sun  outshine, 
See  saints  and  angels  join  in  one 

And  march  in  splendor  to  the  throne. 

8  They  stand  in  wonder  and  look  on, 
And  join  in  one  eternal  song  ; 
Their  great  Redeemer  to  admire, 
While  rapture  sets  their  hearts  on  fire.^, 

HYMN  263.  5  &  11. 

li  JVeio  Year, 

I       1   (^OME,  let  us  anew 


Our  journey  pursue 


Roll  round  with  the  year, 
And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master  appear! 
His  adorable  will 

25r 


264,  MISCT.LLANEOUS. 

Let  us  gladly  fulfil,  i 

And  our  talents  improve  [love. ; 

By  the  patience  of  hope  and  the  labour  of  ■ 

2  Our  life  is  a  dream, 

Our  time  as  a  stream,  \ 

Glides  swiftly  away,  1 

And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay  ;    ; 
The  arrow  is  flown, 
The  moment  is  gone  ;  ' 

The  millennial  year  \ 

Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity's  here.  ■ 

3  O  that  each  in  the  day  I 
Of  his  coming  may  say, 

*  I  have  fought  my  way  through,      '! 

I  have  finish'd  the  work  thou  didst  give  me  , 
to  do.'  I 

O  that  each  from  his  Lord  < 

May  receive  the  glad  word,  ^ 

'  Well  and  faithfully  done  !  i 

Enter  into  my  joy,  and  sit  down  on  my  j 
throne.'  i 

HYMN  264.     S.  M.     Fellows: 

jyaaman  healed.     2  Kings,  v.  1 — 14. 
1   "lyHEN  Syria's  leprous  chief 
From  fair  Damascus  came, 
Fir'd  with  the  hopes  of  sure  relief, 
By  great  Elisha's  fame — 

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MISCELLANEOUS.  264. 

S  The  holy  prophet  stood  ^ 

Attentive  to  his  strain, 
'    And  bid  him  wash  in  Jordan's  flood,  \ 

And  instantly  be  clean.  j 

3  [The  means  of  cure  appeared  1 

So  humbling  to  his  pride,  i 

With  high  disdain  the  warrior  heard,  i 

And  sternly  thus  reply'd  : 

4  "  To  wash  in  Jordan's  streams,  I 

"  I  can't  approve  as  meet,  [lave  j 

"  When  Pharpar's  streams  are  known  to  '\ 

'^  My  own  Damascus  feet.  'j 

5  "  What  business  have  I  here,  | 

"  Far  from  my  native  place  ?  : 

"  Could  not  I  wash  in  water  there,  ] 

"  And  there  receive  the  grace  ?")  : 

6  Thus  men  neglect  the  use  ! 

Of  means  which  God  makes  known,  ] 

And  in  their  room  would  introduce  | 

Inventions  of  their  own.  | 

7  O  give  me  wisdom,  Lord,  j 

Thy  holy  ways  to  prize,  j 

And  follow  thy  commanding  word,  j 

However  men  despise.  \ 

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265.  MISCELLANEOUS. 

'"  1 

HYMN  265.    L.  M.     Fmocett.  \ 

Promises.     Deut.  xxxiii.  25.  ' 

1  4  FFLICTEDsoul,to  Christ  draw  near;  ^ 

The  Saviour's  gracious  promise  hear:  \ 

His  faithful  word  declares  to  thee,  ^ 

That  as  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be.  ] 

2  Let  not  thy  heart  despond,  and  say, 

"  How  shall  I  stand  the  trying  day  ?"  \ 

He  has  engaged,  by  firm  decree,  j 

That  as  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be.  J 

3  Thy  faith  is  weak,  thy  foes  are  strong,  j 
And  if  the  conflict  should  be  long,  ! 
Thy  Lord  will  make  the  tempter  flee  ;  - 
For  as  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be. 

4  Should  persecution  rage  and  flame,  j 
Still  trust  in  thy  Redeemer's  name  :  i 
In  fiery  trials  thou  shalt  see. 

That  as  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be.  j 

6  When  call'd  to  bear  the  weighty  cross,  i 
Or  sore  affliction,  pain,  or  loss — 

Or  deep  distress  or  poverty,  j 

.    Still  as  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be.  ! 

j 

6  When  ghastly  death  appears  in  view,  ,  ■ 
Christ's  presence  shall  thy  fears  subdue; , 

He  comes  to  set  thy  spirit  free,  ■ 
And  as  thy  days  thy  strength  shall  be. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  Q6^. 


HYMN    266.  C.  M. 
I    TERUSALEM,  my  happy  home, 


O  how  I  long  for  thee  ! 


When  will  my  sorrows  have  an  end  ? 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 

2  Thy  walls  are  all  of  precious  stone, 

Most  glorious  to  behold  ; 
Thy  gates  are  richly  set  with  pearl. 
Thy  streets  are  pav'd  with  gold. 

3  Thy  garden  and  thy  pleasant  walks, 

My  study  long  have  been  ; 
Such  dazzling  views  of  human  sight, 
Has  never  yet  been  seen. 

4  If  heaven  be  thus,  so  glorious,  Lord, 

Why  should  I  stay  from  thence  ? 
What  folly's  this  that  I  should  dread 
To  die  and  go  from  hence  ! 

6  Reach  down,  O  Lord,  thine  arm  of  grace, 
And  cause  me  to  ascend, 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up 
And  Sabbaths  never  end. . 

6  Jesus  my  Lord  to  glory's  gone, 
^  Him  will  I  go  and  see  ; 

And  all  my  brethren  here  below, 
Will  soon  come  after  me. 

261 


267.  MISCELLANEOUS. 


7  My  friends,  I  bid  you  all  adieu, 

I  leave  you  in  God's  care, 
And  if  I  never  more  see  you, 
Go  on,  I'll  meet  you  there. 

8  When   we've   been  there  ten  thousand 

Bright  shining  as  the  sun,  [years, 

We've  no  less  days  to  sing  God's  praisp 
Than  when  we  first  begun. 

HYMN  267.     L.  M.     Hmvei^. 

Think  upon  me.     IS  eh.  v.  19. 

1  f\    THOU,    from  whom   all  goodness 

I  lift  my  heart  to  thee  ;  [flows. 

In  all  my  trials,  conflicts,  woes. 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

2  When  groaning,  on  my  burden'd  heart 

My  sins  lie  heavily  ] 
My  pardon  speak,  new  peace  impart ; 
In  love,  remember  me. 

3  If  on  my  face,  for  thy  dear  name, 

Shame  and  reproaches  be  ; 
I'll  hail  reproach,  and  welcome  shame, 
If  thou  remember  me. 

4  The  hour  is  near — consign'd  to  death, 

I  own  the  just  decree  ; 
Saviour,  with  my  last  parting  breath, 

I'll  cry — remember  me. 
i62       ^ 


M ISCELLANEQUS.  268,  ^9- 

HYMN  268.     P.  M      Mwton. 
The  Lord  will  see,  or  provide.  Gen.  xxii.  14. 


unite, 


1  nPHO'  troubles  assail  and  dangers  affright; 

X  Tho'  friends  should  all  fail,  and  foes  all 
Yet  one  thing  secures  us,  whatever  betide— 
The  scripture  assures  us,  the  Lord  will  provide. 

2  His  call  we  obey,  like  Abrah'm  of  old ; 

Not  knowing  our  way,  but  iaith  makes  us  bold  . 
For  tho'  we  are  strangers,  we  have  a  good  guide. 
And  trust,  in  all  dangers,  the  Lord  wdl  provide. 

3  [When  Satan  appears  to  stop  up  our  jpatli. 
And  nil  us  witli  feai-s,  we  triumph  by  faith  ; 
He  cannot  take  from  us,  tho'  oft  he  has  try  d, 
This  heart-cheering  promise,  the  Lord  will  provide 

4  He  tells  us  we're  weak,  our  hope  is  in  vain— 
The  good  that  we  seek,  we  ne'er  shall  obtain  ; 
But  when  such  suggestions  our  spirii^  have  plid. 
This  answers  all  questions,  tlie  Lord  will  provide.] 

5  No  strength  of  our  own,  or  goodn^  we  claini 
Yet  since  we  have  known  Uie  Sa^riour's  great 
In  Uiis  our  strong  tow'r  for  safety  we  hide. 
The  Lord  is  our  pow'r— the  Lord  will  provide, 

6  When  life  sinks  apace,  and  death  is  in  view, 
Tliis  word  of  his  grace  shall  comfort  us  thro  : 
No  fearing  or  doubting,  with  Christ  on  our  side. 
We  hope  to  die  shouting— the  Lord  will  provide. 

HYM]$  269.     S.  M.     Fellmos. 

Minister's  Address  to  new  Members. 
I  T\EAR  fiiends,  as  you  have  own  d 
^  The  Saviour  for  your  Lord, 
And  to  his  people  join'd  yourselves, 
According  to  his  word  ; 


270.  MISCELLANEOUS. 


2  In  Zion  you  must  dwell, 

Her  altar  ne'er  forsake — 
Must  come  to  all  her  solemn  feasts, 
And  all  her  joys  partake. 

3  She  must  employ  your  thoughts, 

And  your  increasing  care  ; 
Her  welfare  be  your  constant  wish, 
And  her  increase  your  pray'r, 

4  [With  humbleness  of  mind, 

Amongst  her  sons  rejoice  ;  jj 

A  meek  and  quiet  spirit  is,  ' 

With  God,  of  highest  price.] 

6  Never  offend  or  grieve 

Your  brethren  in  the  way  ; 
But  shun  the  dark  abodes  of  strife, 
Like  children  of  the  day, 

6  Highly  in  love  esteem 

Your  pastor  in  the  Lord  ; 
He  breaks  the  bread  of  life  to  you, 
And  labors  in  the  word. 

HYMN  270.     C.  M.    Medham, 

The  HcJiFool  surprised,    Luke  xii.  16— 23> 
I  "QELUDED  souls,  who  think  to  grasp 
A  solid  bliss  below  ! 
Bliss  !  the  fair  flow'r  of  paradise, 
.   On  earth  can  never  grow. 
864  .\ 


MISCEhLAXEOUS,  271, 


2  See  how  the  foolish  wretch  is  pleas'd, 
T'  increase  his  worldly  store  ; 
Too  narrow  now  he  find  his  barns, 
And  covets  room  for  more. 

S  "  What  shall  I  do  ?"  distrest,  he  cries  ,- 
"  This  scheme  will  I  pursue  ; 
"  My  scanty  barns  shall  now  come  down- 
"  I'll  build  them  large  and  new, 

4  "  Here  will  I  lay  my  fruits,  and  bid 

"  My  soul  enjoy  her  ease  ; 
*  *^  Eat,  drink,  be  glad,  my  lasting  store 
"  Shall  yield  what  joys  I  please." 

5  Scarce   had  he    spoke,  when    lo  !  from 

Th'  Almighty  made  reply  ;       [heav'n 
^^  Thou  fool,  for  whom  dost  thou  provide, 
''  Since  thou  this  night  shalt  die  !" 

6  Teach  me,  my  God,  that  earthly  joys 

Are  but  an  empty  dream  ; 

And  let  me  find  my  all  of  bliss 

In  thee,  the  good  Supreme. 

HYMN  271.     C.  M.     Broivn. 

Worth  of  a  Soul.     Mark  viii.  36. 
I  VAIN  world,  thy  cheating  arts  give 
Thine  offers  I  despise  :  [o'er, 

In  vain  thou  spread'st  thy  tempting  store, 
To  catch  my  wand'ring  eyes. 

H  263 


272.  MISCELLANEOUS. 


2  Bribe  me  no  more  with  glitt'ring  toys, 

To  catch  my  soul  away  ; 
Nor  seek,  by  such  delusive  joys, 
To  tempt  my  feet  astray. 

3  I  camiot  part  with  gold  for  dross, 

Nor  solid  good  for  sho\y  ! 
Nor  drink  your  bliss,  to  mourn  rny  loss 
In  everlasting  woe  ! 

4  Vain  world,  thy  weak  attempts  forbear  ; 

I  all  thy  charms  defy  ; 
And  rate  my  precious  soul  too  dear. 
For  all  thy  wealth  to  buy. 

HYMN  272.     10,  8s.  /.  JV.  Broim. 

Praise  for  the  Guardianship  of  GOD: 
Jude  24,  25. 

1  XTNTO  Him,  unto  Him  who  is  able  to  keep, 
U    Our  souls  from  each  ruinous  snare  ; 
Unto  Him,  the  Good  Shepherd  whoguardctli  the  sheep, 
Consign'd  to  liis  vigilant  care. 

?  Unto  Him  who  Is  worthy  of  infinite  trust, 
Whose  wisdom  admits  no  surprise ; 
Whose  love  from  tl>e  depths  of  Eternity  burst, 
Let  the  song  of  tiianksgiving  arise. 

3  Unto  Him  who  is  able  our  souls  to  present, 
Unljleinish'd  and  pure  at  His  throne  ; 
With  a  joy  and  triumph  whose  boundless  extent, 
Will  be  only  surpass'd  by  His  own  j 
26G 


MISCELLANEOUS.  ^'^'^- 


I  Whose  power  can  each  purpose  of  mercy  fuifil. 
To  the  helpless  who  on  Him  repose ; 
Who  speaks,  and  the  Universe  bows  to  His  wilJ, 
.    As  of  old  at  His  will  it  arose  ; 

6   Unto  Him  who  has  pledg'd  His  own  life  to  defend. 
Every  step  of  our  passage  to  Heaven  ;  -. 
Let  the  incense  of  Time  and  Eternity  blend- 
Be  all  glory  and  graUtude  given  . 

HYMN  273.     P.  M.     Ovington^s  Sel 

Longing  for  a  place  at  God's  right  hand. 

2  Thes.  i.  10. 

1  "WT-HENthou  my  righteous  Judge  shalt 

'*  come, 

To  fetch  thy  ransom'd  people  home, 

Shall  I  among  them  stand  ? 
Shall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I, 
Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die, 
Be  found  at  thy  right  hand  ? 

2  1  love  to  meet  among  them  now, 
Before  thy  gracious  feet  to  bow, 

Tho'  vilest  of  them  all  ; 
But  can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought  . 
What  if  my  name  should  be  left  out, 

When  thou  for  them  shalt  call  ? 

3  Dear  Lord,  prevent  it  by  thy  grace- 
Be  thou  my  only  hiding-place,       ^ 


274.  MISCELLANEOUS. 

In  this  th'  accepted  day  ; 
Thy  pard'ning  voice,  O  let  me  hear, 
To  still  my  unbelieving  fear, 

Nor  let  me  fall,  I  pray. 

4  Among  thy  saints  let  me  be  found, 
Whene'er   th'    archangel's   trump    shall 

To  see  thy  smiling  face  ;  [sound. 

Then  loudest  of  the  crowd  I'll  sing, 
While     heav'n's    resounding     mansions 

With  shouts  of  sov'reign  grace,    [ring 

HYMN  274.     C.  M.     Bhjcs. 

The  Last  Tempest. 

1  Tl/'HEN  wild  confusion  wrecks  the  air, 

And  tempests  rend  the  skies  ; 
Whilst  blended  ruin,  clouds  and  fire. 
In  harsh  disorder  rise  ; — 

2  Safe  in  my  Saviour's  love  I'll  stand, 

And  strike  a  tuneful  song  ; 
My  harp  all  trembling  in  my  hand. 
And  all  inspir'd  my  tongue. 

5  I'll  shout  aloud,  "  Ye  thunders  roll, 

"  And  shake  the  sullen  sky  ; 
"  Your  sounding  voice  from  pole  to  pole, 
"  In  angry  murmurs  try. 

4  "  Let  the  earth  totter  on  her  base, 
"  And  clouds  the  heavens  deform  : 
268 


r  MISCELLANEOUS.  275. 

■^  ■  ~  ■■ 

. "  Blow,  all  ye  winds,  from  every  place, 
"  And  rush  the  final  storm  !" 

5  Come  quickly,  blessed  Hope,  appear — 

Bid  thy  swift  chariot  fly  ; 
Let  angels  tell  thy  coming  near, 
And  snatch  me  to  the  sky. 

6  Around  thy  wheels,  in  the  glad  throng, 

I'd  bear  a  joyful  part  ; 
All  hallelujah  on  my  tongue — - 
All  rapture  in  my  heart. 

HYMN  275.  8,  7,  4s.     Sivain. 
Judgment.     Jude,  14,  15. 

1  T   O,  he  comes,  array'd  in  veng'ance, 
■^  Riding  down  the  heav'nly  road  ; 
Floods  of  fury  roll  before  him — 

Who  can  meet  an  angry  God  ? 

Tremble,  sinners. 
Who  can  stand  before  his  rod  ? 

2  Lo,  he  comes  in  glory  shining  : 

Saints,  arise  and  meet  your  king  ! 
Glorious  captain  of  salvation. 

Welcome,  welcome,  hear  them  sing  ! 

Shouts  of  triumph 
Make  the  heav'ns  with  echoes  ring  ! 

3  [Now  despisers,  look  and  wonder  ! 

Hear  the  dreadful  sound  depart, 


276.  MISCELLANEOUS,  

Rattling  like  a  peal  of  thunder, 
Thro'  each  guilty  rebel's  heart ! 

Lost  forever, 
Hope  and  sinners  here  must  part  ! 

4  Still  they  hear  the  awful  sentence, 

Hell  resounds  the  dreadful  roar  ; 
While  their  heart-strings  twine  with  an- 
guish. 

Trembling  on  the  burning  shore  ! 
Justice  seals  it — 

Down  they  sink  to  rise  no  more  ! 

5  How  they  shrink,  with  horror  viewing 

Hell's  deep  caverns  op'ning  wide  ! 
Guilty  thoughts,  like  ghosts  pursuing, 
Plunge  them  down  the  rolling  tide* ! 

Now  consider. 
Ye  who  scorn  the  Lamb  that  di'd!] 

[6  Hark  !  ten  thousand  harps  resounding  ! 
Form'd  in  bright  and  grand  array  : 
See  the  glorious  armies  rising, 

While  their  captain  leads  the  way  1 

Heav'n  before  them 
Opens  an  eternal  day.] 

HYMN  276.     L.  M.     Watts. 

Praise  to  our  Creator.     Psalm  c. 
1   gEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  nations,  bow  with  sacred  joy 
270 


MISCELLANEOUS.  277. 

Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone  ; 
He  can  create  and  he  destroy. 

2  His  sov'reign  pow'r  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men; 
And   when     like    wand'ring   sheep   we 

stray'd. 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

S  [We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 
Our  souls  and  all  our  mortal  fame : 
What  lasting  honours  shall  we  rear. 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ?] 

4  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs. 
High  as  the  heav'ns  our  voices  raise  ; 
And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues. 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

5  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 
Vast  as  eternity  thy  love  ; 

Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  must  stand. 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 

HYMN  277.    L.  M.     Brown. 

Sichiess  and  Death. 

1  IVTY  soul,  the  minutes  haste  away. 

Apace  comes  on  th'  important  day, 
When  in  the  icy  arms  of  death 
I  must  give  up  my  vital  breath. 

2  Look  forwai-d  to  the  moving  scene  ; 
How  wilt  thou  be  affected  then  ? 

271 


^8.  MISCELLANEOUS. 

When  from  on  high  some  sharp  disease 
-  Resistless  shall  my  vitals  seize. 

3  When  all  the  springs  of  life  are  low, 
The  spirits  faint,  the  pulses  slow  ; 

The  eyes  grow  dim,  and  short  the  breath, 
Presages  of  approaching  death. 

4  When  clammy  sweats  thro'  ev'ry  part. 
Show  life's  retreating  to  the  heart  ; 
Its  last  resistance  there  to  make, 
And  then  the  breathless  frame  forsake. 

5  When  all  eternity's  in  sight — 

The  brightest  day,  or  blackest  night  ; 
One  shock  will  break  the  building  down, 
And  let  thee  into  worlds  unknown. 

6  O  come,  my  soul,  the  matter  weigh  ! 
How  wilt  thou  leave  thy  kindred  clay  ! 
And  how  the  unknown  regions  try. 
And  launch  into  eternity  ! 

HYMN  278.     CM.     Doddiidge. 

Chnstian  warrior  animated  and  crowrCd. 
Rev.  ii.  10. 

1  TTARK  !    'tis   our  heav'nly  Leader's 

From  his  triumphant  seat  ;      [voice 
'Midst  all  the  wars'  tumultuous  noise, 
How  pow'rful  and  how  how  sweet  ! 

2  "  Fight  on,  my  faithful  band,"  he  cries, 

"  Nor  fear  the  mortal  blow  ; 
272 


MISCELLANEOUS.  C^^ 


"  Who  first  in  such  a  warfare  dies, 
"  Shall  speediest  vict'ry  know, 

S  \J'  I  have  my  days  of  combat  known, 
"  And  in  the  dust  was  laid  ; 
"  But  thence  I  mounted  to  my  throne, 
"  And  glory  crowns  my  head. 

4  "That  throne,  that  glory,  you  shall  share: 

"  My  hands  the  crown  shall  give  : 
'*  And  you  the  sparkling  honors  were, 
"While  God  himself  shall  live." 

5  Lord,  tis  'enough  ;  our  souls  are  fir'd 

With  courage  and  with  love  : 
Vain  are  the  assaults  of  earth  and  hell. 
Our  hopes  are  fixt  above.] 

HVMN  279.     C.  M.     Collyer 

1  Sam.  XV.  32. 
"MTHEN,  bending  o'er  the  brink  of  life, 

»   ▼        1\.T.,   ^'^^.'w-.UK^ »   «„,,1    «l,-»11    _i.»_J 


1 


My  trembling  soul  shall  stand. 
Waiting  to  pass  death's  awful  flood, 
Great  God^  at  thy  command  ! 

2  When  weeping  friends  surround  my  bed, 
And  close  my  sightless  eyes  ; 
When  shatter'dby  the  weight  of  years 
This  broken  body  lies : 

S  When  ev'ry  long  lov'd  scene  of  life 
Stands  ready  to  depart ; 

273 


280.  MISCELLANEOUS. 


When  the  last  sigh  that  shakes  the  frame 
Shall  rend  this  bursting  heart  : 

4  O,  thou  great  Source  of  joy  supreme, 

Whose  arm  alone  can  save, 
Dispel  the  darkness  that  surrounds 
The  entrance  to  the  grave  ! 

5  Lay  thy  supporting  gentle  hand 

Beneath  my  sinking  head  ; 
And,  with  a  ray  of  love  divine, 
Illume  my  dying  bed  ! 

6  Leaning  on  thy  dear  faithful  breast. 

May  I  resign  my  breath  ! 
And,  in  thy  fond  embraces,  lose 
"  The  bitterness  of  death  !" 

HYMN  280.     7s. 

Heaven.    John  xiv.  2. 
1   "tflGH  in  yonder  realms  of  light, 
Dwell  the  raptur'd  saints  above. 
Far  beyond  our  feeble  sight, 

Happy  in  Immanuel's  love  ! 
Pilgrims  in  thi^  vale  of  tears, 

Once  they  knew  like  us  below. 
Gloomy  doubts,  distressing  fears, 
Tort'ring  pain  and  heavy  wo. 

Q  Oft  the  big,  unbidden  tear. 

Stealing  down  the  feirrow'd  cheek, 
Told  in  eloquence  sincere, 
274 


MISCELLANEOUS.  281. 


Tales  of  wo  they  could  not  speak. 
But;  these  days  of  weeping  o'er, 

Past  this  scene  of  toil  and  pain, 
They  shall  feel  distress  no  more, 

Never — never  weep  again  ! 

i  'Mid  the  chorus  of  the  skies, 

'Blid  th'  angelic  lyres  above, 
Hark — their  songs  melodious  rise, 

Songs  of  praise  to  Jesus'  love  ! 
Happy  spirits  !  ye  are  fled, 

Where  no  grief  can  entrance  find. 
Lull'd  to  rest  the  aching  head, 

Sooth'd  the  anguish  of  the  mind  ! 

All  is  tranquil  and  serene. 

Calm  and  undisturb'd  repose — 
There  no  cloud  can  intervene 

There  no  angry  tempest  blows  ! 
Ev'ry  tear  is  wip'd  away, 

Sighs  no  more  shall  heave  the  breast  ; 
Night  is  lost  in  endless  day — 

Sorrow — in  eternal  rest  ! 

HYMN  281.     C.  P.  M. 

The  True  Convert. 
Tl/'HEN  with  my  mind  devoutly  press'd, 
Dear  Saviour,  my  revolving  breast 
Would  past  offences  trace  ; 
Trembling  I  make  the  black  review, 
Yet  pleas'd  behold,  admiring  too, 
The  power  of  changing  grace. 

275 


&g^. MISCELLANEOUS. ! 

2  This  tongue  with  blasphemies  defil'd,  j 
These  feet  to  erring  paths  beguil'd,  ; 

In  heav'nly  league  agree  : 

Who  would  believe  such  lips^ could  praise?  i 

Or  think  from  dark  and  winding  ways,  j 

1  e'er  should  turn  to  thee  ?  i 

3  These  eyes  that  once  abus'd  the  light,  | 
Now  lift  to  thee  their  wat'ry  sight, 

And  weep  a  silent  flood  ;           [pray'r,  \ 
These    hands    are    rais'd     in   ceaseless 
Oh,  wash  away  the  stains  they  wear. 

In  pure  redeeming  blood.  "j 

4  These  ears,  that  once  could  entertain  j 
The  midnight  oath^  the  festive  strain,  ! 

Around  the  sinful  board  ; 

Now  deaf  to  all  th'  enchanting  noise,  ■ 

Avoid  the  throng,  detest  their  joys,  ' 

And  long  to  hear  thy  word.  ' 

5  Thus  art  thou  serv'd  in  ev'ry  part ;  ! 
Go  on,  bless'd  Lord,  to  cleanse  my  heart,  , 

That  drossy  thing  refine  ;  ! 

That  grace  may  nature's  pow'rs  control,  i 

And  a  new  creature,  body,  soul,  J 

Be  all  and  wholly  thine.  l 

HYMN    282.     8,7s.    J.  jy.  Broivn.  ^ 

For  opening  a  Conference  Meeting, 
Ephes.  iv.  4,  1. 
1  TiyELcoME,  welcome,  dearest  brothcTfe 
Welcome,  welcome,  sisters  dear  : 
276 


MISCELLANEOUS.  28^. 

Each  one's  joy  the  joy  of  others, 

Springs  and  smiles  to  meet  you  here. 

2  One  the  Hope  of  our  high  calling, 

One  the  Saviour  that  we  own  : 
He  will  keep  our  feet  from  falling, 
As  we  travel  towards  his  throne. 

3  But  ONE  Faith,  one  Baptism,  knowing, 

Children  of  one  Father's  heart  ; 
But  ONE  Spirit  in  us  glowing, 

What  should  keep  our  souls  apart  ? 

4  Meeting  in  the  name  of  Jesus, 

We  his  gracious  promise  claim  ; 
He  from  sin  and  sorrow  frees  us. 
And  reveals  His  charming  name. 

6  While  our  fervent  prayer  is  rising. 
While  our  choral  hymn  ascends, 
Sweet  communion  realizing, 

Rapture  with  instruction  blends. 

HYMN  283.     7,  5s.   J.  JV.  Broivn. 

For  the  same.     Ephes.  vi.  10,  13, 
1  "pRIENDS,  for  whom  a  Saviour  di'd. 
Friends,  who  have  a  Heavenly  Guide, 
Welcome  here,  for  side  by  side, 

We  must  take  our  stand  : 
Now's  the  hour  for  us  to  meet, 
Girt  in  panoply  complete, 

277 


284.  MISCELLANEOUS. 


Sharing  in  communion  sweet, 
An  immortal  band. 

See  ye  not  the  world  is  set, 
Hostile  to  salvation  yet ; 
Heed  ye  not  the  subtle  net, 

By  the  Tempter  spread  : 
Know  ye  not  the  senses  still, 
War  against  the  h allow 'd  will, 
Aiming  all  the  heart  to  fill — 

Will  ye  be  misled  ? 

Friends,  to  holy  conflict  wake. 
Every  spell  of  ruin  break, 
Rouse  ye  for  the  Saviour's  sake. 

Can  ye  slumber  more  .'' 
Arm  !  the  standard  blazes  high — 
Hark  !  'tis  Jesus'  battle  cry — 
On  !  salvation  now  is  nigh — 

Rest  forevermore  ! 

HYMN  284.     7s.     J.  JV.  Brown. 
The  meeting  of  Long  Absent  Fnends. 


AVE  we  all  here  met  again? 
Have  we  all  here  met  again  ? 


H 

Hope  oft  shed  a  doubtful  ray  ; 
Love  maintain'd  an  anguish'd  sway. 
Death  and  sorrow  strove  in  vain — 
For  we  all  have  met  again.        , 

When  by  distance  sever'd  far. 

We  have  watch'd  the  evening  star  j 

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, MISCELLANEOUS.  285 

When  the  moon  with  gentle  reign, 
Silver'd  o'er  the  sleeping  plain^ 
In  the  cool  and  silence  there, 
Friendship  brealh'd  for  you  her  prayer. 

3  When  at  midnight's  awful  hour. 
We  have  felt  Reflection's  power  ; 
When  the  storm  its  thunders  pour'd, 
When  the  deep  around  us  roar'd, 
Still  the  heart  to  friendship  true, 

In  that   hour  remember'd  yon. 

4  Guarded  by  our  Father's  hand, 
Safe  alike  by  sea  or  land  ; 
From  the  weary  long  sojourn, 
We  at  last  in  peace  return. — 

So  when  Death  dissolves  our  chain, 
May  we  meet  in  Heaven  again. 

HYMN.  285.    8,  6s.    J.  JST.  Brown. 
The  Chiistian  Farewell.     Col.  1.5. 

1   lyrY"  friends,  the  parting  hour  is  come, 
The  painful  parting  hour  : 
And  yet,  tho'  unknown  scenes  may  rise, 

While  absence  Iqpg  emlures  ; 
Still  in  the  purest  strongest  ties, 
Mv  heart  is  bound  >o  yours. 

^  My  friends,  'tis  sweet  indeed  to  think, 
When  we  the  time  review. 
Our  social  moments  were  not  spent, 

270 


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286. MISCELLANEOUS. __^  aj 

In  rude  unhallow'd  mirth  ; 
But  joys  of  heavenly  richness  lent 
Their  happiness  to  earth. 

3  My  friends,  I  bid  you  all  farewell, 
Farewell,  my  friends,  farewell. 

And  if  I  never  see  you  more, 
While  we  on  earth  remain  ; 

Oh,  may  we  meet  on  Canaan's  shore, 
And  never  part  again. 

HYMN  286.     P.   M. 

1  rflHE  sun  sets  at  night,  and  the  stars  shun  the  day ; 
X  But  glory  remains  when  the  hght  tades  away : 
Begin,  ye  admirers  of  Jesus'  love, 
Who  died  to  redeem  us,  and  raise  us  above. 

S  Remember  the  night,  when  his  sorrows  began. 
The  horror  of  darkness,  that  fell  on  the  man  : 
Why  so  faint  and  so  slow  does  your  gratitude  move, 
To  the  Lamb  that  was  wounded  that  sinners  might  lire. 

3  Remember  the  spot  where  in  anguish  he  lay. 
The  sins  which  lie  bore  from  his  people  away  } 
Now  faith  rises  high,  we  exult  in  his  love 
Who  died  to  redeem  us  but  now  is  above,  . 

4  We'll  go  to  the  land  where  our  Saviour  is  gone. 
And  saints  shall  rejoice  in  the  fruits  of  the  Son. 
And  the  angels  shall  sing,  Hallelujah,  Amen. 
All  glory  and  praise  to  the  Lamb  that  was  slain. 


IJVDEXi 


Hymn. 

AFFLICTED  soul  draw  near  to  Christ,  265 

Aid  us  O  thou  holy  Spirit,      (Ortgr.)  219 

Alas,  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed,  125 

Alas,  how  chang'd  that  lovely  flower,  253 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name,  149 

All  ye  who  laugh  and  sport  with  death,  7 

Amazing  sight  the  Saviour  stands.  111 

And  canst  thou  sinner  slight,  184 

And  does  the  Spirit  kindly  move,  183 

And  must  I  part  with  all  I  have,  55 

And  will  tlie  Lord  thus  condescend,  112 

Anxious  I  strove  to  find  the  way,  30 

Arise  my  tend'rest  thoughts  arise,               '  82 

Angels  roll  the  rock  away,  131 

Arise  and  shine  O  Zion  fair,  232 

Asham'd  oY  Christ,  my  soul  disdain,  54 

As  I  lay  musing  on  ray  bed,  72 

At  anchor  laid  remote  from  home,  36 

Awake  by  Sinai's  awful  sound,  16 

Awake  and  sing  the  song,              ,  25 

Awake  my  soul  in  joyful  lays,  88 

BEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne,  276 

Begone  unbelief  my  Saviour  is  near,  57 

Behold  a  stranger  at  the  door,  110 

Behold  high  in  the  midst  of  heaven,  163 


INDEX. 


Behold  O  Lord,  my  sufF'ring  soul,     (_Orig.)  50 

Behold  the  grave  where  Jesus  lay,  155 
Beset  with  snares  on  every  hand,  60 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds,  47 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet  blow,  234 

Brethren  while  we  sojourn  here,  215 

COME  humble  sinner  In  whose  breast,  10 

Come  let  us  anew,  2( 

Come  O  my  soul  look  up  and  see,  256 

Come  my  brethren  let  us  try,  231 

Come  Saviour  Jesus  from  above,  235 
Come  thou  fount  of  every  blessing,  78 

Come  tune  ye  saints  your  noblest  strains,  1851 
Come  ye  weary  heavy  laden,  73' 

Come  ye  weary  sinners  come,  188 

Come  ye  who  doubt  Jehovah's  love,  2~' 

Come  ye  who  love  the  Lord  indeed,  262 

Convinced  of  sin  men  now  begin,  180 

DEAR  friends  as  you  have  own'd,  269 

Dark  and  thorny  is  the  desert,  212 
Dear  Lord  why  should  I  doubt  thy  love,  56 

Deep  are  the  wounds  which  sin  has  made,  3 

Deluded  s-Duls  who  think  to  grasp,  270 
Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep,  24 

EN  COMPASS 'D  with  clouds  of  distress,  222 

Eternity  is  just  at  hand,  221 

FAR  from  affliction  toil  and  care,  197 

Farewell  my  brethren  in  the  Lord,        _  203 

Farewell  my  friends  time  rolls  along,  214 

Far  far  beyond  these  lower  skies,  142 
Father  at  thy  call  I  come,  51 

Father  of  mercies  send  thy  grace,  48 

Father  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss,  192 

Friends  for  whom  a  Saviour  di'd,    (Orig.)  283 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows,  217 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains,  173 

''rom  hia  low  bed  of  mortal  dust,  198 
282 


INDEX. 


From  whence  doth  this  union  arise,  39 

From  sin's  dark  thorny  maze,  24S 

GLORY  to  God  on  high,  146 

Glory  to  God  who  reigns  above,  96 

God  liath  bereav'd  me  of  my  child,  254 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way,  83 

God  of  my  life  through  all  its  days,  27 

Go  ye  heralds  of  salvation,  173 

Go  ye  messengers  of  God,  174 

Great  God  thy  holy  name  we  praise,  211 

Great  Saviour  let  they  power  divine.  167 

HAIL  mighty  Jesus  how  divine,  104 
Hail  thou  blest  morn  when  the  great  Mediator,    89 

Hail  to  tlie  Lord's  Anointed,  91 

Hail  sovereign  love  that  first  began,  86 

Hark  a  cry  among  the  nations,  171 

Hark,  hark  !  the  notes  of  joy,  90 

Hark  from  yon  wilds  is  heard  the  strain,  176 

Hark  my  soul  it  is  the  Lord,  228 

Hark  the  song  of  jubilee,  172 

Hark  the  herald  angels  sing,  93 

Hark  'tis  our  heavenly  leader's  voice,  278 

Hark  'tis  the  prophet  of  the  skies,  170 

Hark  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy,  127 

Hark  the  herald  angels  say,        '  140 

Have  we  all  here  met  again  "!     (Orig.)  284 

He  dies  the  friend  of  sinners  dies,  130 

Have  you  found  the  precious  Savioui',     (Orig.)  150 

Help  and  salvation  Lord  I  crave,  58 

Help  me  to  persevere  in  grace,  59 

Heal  us  Immanuel  here  we  stand,  190 

High  in  yonder  realms  of  light,  280 

Hither  we  come  our  dearest  Lord,     {Orig.)  157 

How  are  thy  servants  blest  O  Lord,  84 

How  blest  is  our  brother  bereft,  199 

How  can  I  sleep  while  angels  sing,  216 

How  firm  a  foundation  ye  saints  of  tlie  Lord,  79 

How  blest,the  sacred  tie  that  binds,  43 

How  happy  is  the  pilgrim's  lot,  63 


INDEX. 


How  sad  and  awful  is  my  state. 
Humble  souls  that  seek  salvation, 

IF  God  had  bid  his  thunders  roll, 
I  love  to  steal  awhile  awaj^, 
Indulgent  God  to  thee  we  pray, 
Indulgent  God  to  tiiee  I  raise. 
In  evil  long  I  took  delight. 
In  glory  bright  the  Saviour  reigng. 
Inquire  ye  pilgrims  for  the  way, 
I  sojourn  in  a  vale  of  tears, 
1  soon  shall  accomplish  my  race. 
In  thy  temple  Great  Jehovah,     ^Orig.) 
It  is  the  voice  of  love  divine, 
I  wait  a  few  sorrowful  years. 

JESUS  I  love  thy  charming  name, 
Jesus  let  thy  pitying  eye, 
Jesus  lover  of  my  soul, 
Jesus  my  all  to  heaven  is  gone, 
Jesus  mighty  king  of  Zion, 
Jesus  the  incarnate  God  of  love, 
Jesus  Redeemer  of  mankind, 
Jerusalem  my  happy  home. 


K 


EEP  silence  all  created  things, 
Kindred  in  Christ  for  his  dear  sake. 


LET  us  rise  and  go  to  Zion's  hill. 
Lift  us  your  eyes  ye  sons  of  light. 
Like  Israel  safe  upon  the  shore. 
Lord  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing. 
Lord  shed  a  beam  of  heavenly  dav, 
Lo  he  comes  array'd  in  vengeance, 

MAJESTIC  sweetness  sits  enthron'd 
Millions  there  are  on  heathen  ground, 
Mortals  awake  with  angels  join, 
Mountains  of  Israel  rear  on  high. 
My  conscious  guilt  is  now  so  great, 
Mv  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord, 
'      284 


INDEX, 

My  father  calls  nie  to  liis  arms,  255 

My  former  hopes  are  fled,  186 

My  friends  the  parting  hour  is  come,    {Grig.)  285 

My  God  thy  boundless  love  we  praise,  61 

My  soul  the  minutes  haste  away,  277 

My  soul  arise  shake  off  thy  fears,  244 

My  times  of  sorrow  and  of  joy.  63 

TV  OW  begin  the  heavenly  theme,  81 

1^    Now  the  Saviour  stands  a  pleading,  13 

Now  for  a  hymn  of  praise  to  God,  252 

Now  is  the  accepted  time,  260 

Now  is  the  time  the  accepted  hour,            _  113 

Now  let  my  soul  with  wonder  trace,  246 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts,  109 

O  COULD  I  find  a  humble  place,  19 

O  for  a  closerwalk  with  God,  80 

Oft  as  the  bell  with  solemn  toll,  202 

O  glorious  hope  of  perfect  love,  241 

O  God  of  love  with  cheering  ray,  239 

O  happy  day  when  saints  shall  meet,  210 

O  how  happy  are  they,  261 

O  if  my  soul  were  formed  for  woe,  124 

O  love  divine  what  hast  thou  done,  126 
Once  as  the  Saviour  pass'd  along,                         s        105 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand,  29 

O  Lord  how  vile  am  I,  187 

On  Tabor's  top  the  Saviour  stands,  107 

On  the  brink  of  fi'ry  ruin,  251 

O  Thou  before  whose  gracious  throne,  196 

O  Thou  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes  delight,  76 

O  Thou  from  whom  all  goodness  flows,  267 

O  Thou  tiiai  hear'st  the  pray'r  of  faith,  245 

Our  souls  in  love  together  knit,  38 

O  what  a  state  my  soul  is  in,  15 

O  what  amazing  words  of  grace,  28 

O  when  shall  I  see  Jesus,  21 

O  where  shall  rest  be  found,  205 

O  ye  blood  wash'd  ransom'd  sinners,  156 

0  Zion  afflicted  with  wave  apou  wave.  224 

285 


INDEX. 


PEOPLE  ofthe  living  God, 
Poor  mourning  souls  in  deep  distress, 
Prayer  is  the  souls  sincere  desire, 
Prayer  was  appointed  to  convey, 

RETURN  O  wanderer  return. 
Rise  my  soul  and  stretch  thy  wings. 
Rouse  Ye  at  the  Saviour's  call.     (Ortgr.) 

SALEM'S  bright  King,  Jesus  by  name. 
Salvation  O  the  joyiul  sound, 
Saviour  visit  thy  plantation. 
Saw  ye  my  Saviour  saw  ye  my  Saviour, 
Say  sinner  hath  a  voice  within. 
See  Lord  thy  willing  subjects  bow. 
Sinner  art  thou  still  secure. 
Sinners  the  solemn  truth  regard,  . 
Sinners  take  the  friendly  warning. 
Sinners  turn  why  will  ye  die. 
Sinners  rejoice  'tis  Christ  that  died. 
Sinners  behold  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Sinners  will  you  scorn  the  message. 
Sovereign  of  worlds  display  thy  power. 
Shall  I  to  gain  the  world's  applause, 
Stretch'd  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  dies. 
Stop  poor  sinner  stop  and  think. 
Sweet  glories  rush  upon  my  sight. 
Sweet  the  moments  rich  in  blessing. 
Sweet  was  the  time  when  fii-st  I  fell. 

TELL  me  no  more  of  earthly  toys. 
That  glorious  day  is  drawing  nigh. 
That  mighty  angel  in  whose  hand. 
The  day  is  drawing  nigh. 
The  day  is  past  and  gone. 
The  gospel  ship  is  sailing  by, 
The  King  of  glory  sends  his  Son, 
The  Lord  into  his  garden  comes. 
The  Lord  will  happiness  divine. 
The  Lord  will  not  forget  the  grace. 
The  morning  flowers  display  their  sweeta, 


INDEX. 


The  once  lov'd  form  now  cold  and  dead,  j         201 

Tliere  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood,  108 

There  is  a  God  who  reigns  above,  243 

There  is  an  honr  of  peaceful  rest,  71 

There's  joy  in  heaven  and  joy  on  earth,  238 

The  Saviour  calls  let  every  ear,  116 

TheSaviour  O  what  endless  charms,  101 

The  Son  of  man  they  did  betray,  128 

The  sun  sets  at  night,  286 

The  trump  of  Israel's  Jubilee,  160 
The  voice  of  free  grace  cries  escape  to  the  mountains  229 

Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know,  225 

Tis  finish'd  so  the  Saviour  cried,  129 

Tis  finish'd  the  conflict  is  past,  200 

Tis  my  happiness  below,  66 

Tis  midnight  and  on  Olive's  brow,  119 

This  world  is  all  a  fleeting  show,                   "551  69 

Tho'  now  the  nations  sit  beneath,  161 

Tho'  troubles  assail  and  dangers  affright,  268 

Tliou  dear  Redeemer  dying  Lamb,  102 

Thou  great  Physician  of  the  soul,  189 

Thus  was  the  great  Redeemer  plung'd  151 

To  day  if  ye  will  hear  his  voice,  12 

To  our  Retleemer's  glorious  name,  98 

To  God  my  Saviour  and  my  King,  106 

'Twas  in  an  hour  when  wrath  prevail'd.  123 

UNHAPPY  city  hadst  thou  known,  114 

Uprising  from  the  silent  tomb,  138 
Unto  Him,  unto  Him  who  is  able  to  keep,    (Ortg.)   272 

VAIN  worlds  thy  cheating  arts  give  o'er  271 

Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame,  258 

WE  wander  in  a  thorny  maze,  220 

Welcome  thou  well  beloved  of  God,  45 

Welcome,  welcome,  dearest  brother,    ( Orig.)  282 

We've  no  abiding  city  here,  34 

When  bending  o'er  the  brink  oflife,  279 

What  heavenly  music  do  I  hear,  74 

What  various  hindrances  wc  meet,  T7 


INDEX . 


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When  Christ  the  incarnate  Son  of  God,  158 

What  think  ye  of  Christ  is  tlie  test,  100 

Wiien  death  appears  before  my  sight,  240 

Whene're  a  sinner  turns  to  God, 
Wlien  first  the  God  of  boundless  grace. 
When  night  descends  in  sable  guise. 
When  marshall'd  on  the  nightly  plain, 
When  Syria's  leprous  Chief, 
When  wild  confusion  wrecks  the  air. 
When  gathering  clouds  around  I  view, 
When  with  my  mind  devoutly  press'd. 
When  thou  my  righteous  Judge  shall  come 
When  shall  we  three  nieet  again. 
When  I  the  lonely  tomb  survey, 
,  When  Jesus  hung  upon  the  tree. 
When  weeping  Mary  came  to  seek. 
What  heavenly  man  or  mighty  God, 
Where  is  my  God  does  he  retire. 
Whither  goest  thou  pilgrim  stranger, 
While  I  to  grief  my  soul  gave  way. 
Whilst  thee  I  seek  protecting  power. 
While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light, 
While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun. 
With  love  and  pity  I  look  round. 


YE  fleeting  charms  of  earth  farewell, 
Ye  glittering  toys  of  earth  adieu, 
Ye  wretched  hungry  starving  poor. 
Yes  those  are  joys  that  cannot  die. 
Ye  saints  proclaim  aloud. 
Yes  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking, 
\'"e  mourning  souls  dry  up  your  tears, 
Ye  who  in  former  days. 
Yonder  amazing  sight  I  see, 
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